Bodies lay wasted
Out on the street
Desert storm
Observed on the screen
The dust was grey
But scattered with red
For the greater good and hope
You said
Feed it proper
That
Propaganda fodder
I feed my head
And trail the streets with lead
And it's so easy
When
All the people fear me
I dissemble my true feeling
Screaming
Search and destroy
Search and destroy
Search and
You make it pleasing
With your utter ease to feed me
Nothing
Feed me lies
Feed me truths and
I'll comply
You make it seem that way
You make it seem that way
Sending out the troops to the slaughter
No politician's sons or the daughter, no
You make it seem that way
You make it seem that way
Sending out the troops to the slaughter
No politician's sons or the daughter, no
Tell the truth
Show your faces
The kids are waiting in line
Rifles by the side
Do they know who they're fighting for?
Why they must gun down the others
Carry the weight of the orders
You make it seem that...
Way