Dying, bleeding' around There's some much bodies covering me Was thousand miles of pure wasted time A hopeless run full of blood and wine Sam's trench, it's the 4th july The people's parting all their dreams Smoking and tie, a business privatize Shunning the war with formalities Fight the war of bureaucracy At bottom line, we will die right here Justify, a machiavelli cheap My body lies, a legend refined Transparent, blameless left behind Enthroned by lies, indicting the plagues The maggots drinking of my sweat I gave Stoned in time, a familiar taste Devotion for a nation cursed Corrupted, I was sent to die A promise made but never was Fight the war of bureaucracy At bottom line, we will die right here Justify, a machiavelli cheap Face me, and tell me if you believe