My Father's Father's

It's fucking gone in a fraction of a second pressure waves and a blast of heat carnage indiscriminate just feed the fucking vultures Festering hate from generations of a coin flip battle No context, no remembering dehumanize, keep them rattled Keep feigning virtue To pacify My father's father's and now it's mine Don't tell me You better pick a side cause I don't want to fight Better prepare for war It happens every time They say that War is hell but goddamn is it profitable We hear the sounds of sorrow They hear the bankroll It's fucking on with just a hint of deception twisting minds and hearts around little lies and phrases carry weight as they flow downstream Building resentment from mistruths of who the enemies are No second thoughts, no reasons why emotions be my guide Cataclysmic rhetoric To justify My father's father's and now it's mine Don't tell me You better pick a side I didn't start this fight Better prepare for war It happens every time They say that War is but hell goddamn is it profitable We hear the sounds of sorrow They hear the bankroll Why do we always stay? we've got no reason to change Heads down, ears shut and No reason They say history is written by the victors so speak softly and carry a great big fuckin stick Don't let the warhawks down They say that War is but hell goddamn my party loves it We hear the sounds of sorrow They get the power just rolling in Why do we always stay? we've got no reason to change Heads down, ears shut and no fucking reason