Year of the Rat - Good Riddance

A fool’s crusade a proxy war

We justify we keep the score

With millions dead too blind to see

The cryptic clash of world war III

Did your country’s sons and daughters

Die to make this world a safer place

Or do we just defy

Flesh and blood become one

The stakes keep rising the time has come

The band performs a martyr’s verse

And the dominoes fall in reverse

The lines are drawn don’t you see

Its too late to turn back now

We won’t abide a stalemate

The end is predicated on the loss of life

What’s so sinister?

Were only trying to do what we think is right

Conscience administered

By the ones with the shortest sight