Soldiers in a great big war,
camouflaged in uniform.
Standing shoulder to shoulder,
armed against some common threat,
because that's what they've been taught their whole lives

Instead of coming to agreement,
their superiority shall be shown through death,
an all-deciding, permanent state

So let the bombs explode,
and let the guns ring out
In a far-off room,
fingers type this war into the history books,
a detached account of all the weeping families in a country miles away