The Price of Peace Lyrics

We are still at war, against an enemy
Whose name we do not seem to know,
Whose face we cannot clearly see.
But still they serve a purpose, and keep the surplus population,
Cowed into submission, terrified and easy to control.

Follow the leader, shocked into awe,
Like lambs to the slaughter...

We send the poor,
Clad in their tattered rags to fight the rich man's war.
While their own sons and daughters, work behind the scenes,
Keeping their hands clean, telling us that in the end,
The greater good will justify the means.

Partisans and patriots, draped in faded flags,
Reckless in their stolen valour, shameless in their martial drag.

Constant conflict, war for profit,
Filling their coffers and lining their pockets.
New disasters, made to order, shedding blood on barren soil,
Corporate mergers, sanctioned murder, trading human lives for oil.

The price of peace is endless war,
This is what we're really fighting for.

Nothing ever truly changes,
Only the names, and only the faces.

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain,
Just listen closely to the ones who pull the strings.
Our is not to question why, our is just to do, and then to die.
No hope of victory, no end in sight.

Constant conflict, war for profit,
Filling their coffers and lining their pockets.
New disasters, made to order, shedding blood on barren soil,
Corporate mergers, sanctioned murder, trading human lives for oil.

And to the victor go the spoils.

This is the price we pay for peace,
From each according to his wealth,
To each according to his greed.