Broken Vow - Illusion

Boots stomp in the streets of
The systematically obsolete
Breeding a machine
On the backs of their needs
We must forgive the individual
And condemn the system

Patriotism is poison
A tool to justify
The violence in the streets
And the death raining
From the skies

Ideals of liberty
Repurposed for profit
A perfect citizen
Mans the turret
Or the cockpit

Two names on the ticket
Two nails on the casket
This is all an illusion
They never had a fucking choice
Forced to diе for their oppressor
And still no fucking voice