Praise the War Machine Lyrics

I am a bastard son
The broken dreams of a thousand young
Forgotten herds fed to thirsty guns
Unsung anthems choking on blood

No fucking court of law
Dictators, thieves & whores
Cluster bombs & razor wire
Racist hate increase
Vanity's the new messiah
Pray for endless sleep

Praise the war machine
That laid to waste a wretch like me
One thousand dead by my own hand
I make my way to the promised land

Yours is not to reason why
Nor is it to make reply
Yours is but to do & to die
Into the mouth of hell go I