Hand them a mobile to say their goodbyes
To their loved ones at home that they’re leaving behind
Force them to fight for a line in the sand
A “Kill Generation” with a gun in their hand
War Crime, War Crime
It started with a handshake
But now you’re on fire
No god can give you unquestionable rights
Belief is no basis for intelligent life
A guilt ridden grin showing white rotten teeth
A War of attrition fed by greed and deceipt
War Crime, War Crime
It started with a handshake
But now you’re on fire
Kill Generation
Kill Generation
Kill Generation
You sold our sons for the lowest price
An Upturned vehicle from a homemade device
Build them new limbs, teach them to walk
Hide them away but don’t let them talk
War Crime, War Crime
It started with a handshake
But now you’re on fire
Victims remember what you did with a lie
Picking through charred remains of their lives
Where are your gods and your masters now
Victims remember. It’s a long way down.
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun
