Soft Targets Dig Softer Graves

Now's the time
To take all your rage
And your frustration
And focus it in a positive way
It's time to fight
But only for the democracy

That's been ripped from beneath our feet
Is it ridiculous to believe
That killing the innocent's murder?
Ridiculous to believe that it's nothing to attest
But it is to believe that nothing can be done
These people are not machines
They're living, they're breathing, they're dying
They're human beings who cry
"Please don't kill me" in the same trembling frequencies

Propaganda screams "Have you forgotten?"
In six minute intervals so loud that you can't escape them
But now I'll ask, have you forgotten
About the field?
About men in boxes, about the field
About a treaty of a palace in the swamp?
It's safe to say, it's safe to say
I'll never forget the day
(I first heard your voice)
Laced with undertones of hate and vengeance

Now is the time
Now is the time
Now is the time
Now is the time
Now is the time
Now is the time
Now is the time
Now is the time
Now is the time
Now is the time

I suppose all that matters is
Dulce et Decorum est Pro Patria Mori
Or at lease it still acts like an effective facade
To mask the burning Bush's political alternative agenda

How sweet and fitting is it to die for one man's greed?
How sweet and fitting is it to die for one man's greed?