Blood & wine

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