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lirik lagu kill ’em – crest

here’s my homie trying to be patriotic
wanna fight for uncle sam, so he dropped out of college
looking back at his friends, like you’re not gonna follow?
then you’re not a real american, you’re heart is all hollow
he enlisted, and in a couple of months was trained
jumped up on a plane with what uncle pumped in his brain
dehumanize the enemy, accept you’re there to set them free
that’s an oxymoron b, and that’s why they’re not sending me
so my homie’s at his post, his eyes are never closed
he needs to recognize what’s coming up this pebble road
this one time he sees a van that he doesn’t know
and feels this is a place that van doesn’t need to go
so as they get closer, his gun is out his holster
he’s doing what he’s told to, spewing like a cobra
the van is full of women, children, civilians
but that doesn’t stop his trigger finger from killing
he spit his whole clip, tore the van a new ceiling
and then yells out to see if anyone’s still living
out comes a mom, shaken cause her son
was killed in front of her eyes, so was her husband
kill ’em all

kill ’em
f–king kill ’em
kill ’em already
kill ’em

f–king kill ’em
f–king kill ’em
kill ’em already
kill ’em

in his last letter home, he told her it was close
to the time he’d be getting back, but when he didn’t know
on extended stay, baby daughter on the way
and they, were supposed to have been married last may
he was called on by his country, put him in a humvee
go to the middle east, police the tired, poor, and hungry
on his last patrol he saw something in the road
but couldn’t stop in time before that something would explode
a homemade device, made to take a life
made by a man who already lost his son and wife
made by a man whose homeland had payed the price
of an occupation in the name of the stars and stripes
we see it every night, read it every morning
more terrorists to fight, the war must keep going
when so easy we forget, the true cause and effect
what do you tell a daughter who lost a dad that she never met?
kill ’em all!

to the troops that are dying for patriotism
understand you’re being used, and raped by the system
supposedly the heroes, but they make you the victim
strip you of your humanity, and force you to kill ’em
in the religion of capitalism
civilian life can’t compare to the stacks of a million
bucks contracted to build back up a village
that was destroyed by haliburton’s thousand pound missiles
if only life were a string, of simple yes and no
just good vs. evil, no middle of the road
no riddles to decode, maybe then we’d be free
from constraints used to shape and polarize our beliefs
but truth is convoluted, and propaganda’s thick
find yourself at a crossfire when public opinion splits
find yourself at a loss for any description that fits
find yourself with a heart torn, and ripped into tiny bits

- crest

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