Let me ask you, are you safer today?
There's no money in peace, no profit in unity,
Count all the money we spend on defense,
Let me ask you, does it make any sense?
For the Death Machine to stay alive, the Life Machine must pay,
There's no need to debate; the Death Machine loves to hate,
And as we reorganize to fight, will there ever be a guiding light,
We kill for religion; we kill for the thrill,
And we'll kill each other 'til nothing's left to kill, eh?
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