Bodies dropped into a grinder of meat, millstones keeping their pace
Columns march as if to a beat, no faces left to trace
The land is carved by trenches deep, like scars upon the earth
Continents turned into battlefields, where life has lost its worth
A shadow cast on society
A thin veneer of civility
From a stone weighed in a primal hand
To a carpet of bombs, the warhead shall remain
Warhead
Cities fall silent under burning skies, smoldering concrete dust
Orders come down through the line of command, there’s no one left to trust
Nations stirred and torn apart, the tensions never cease
Bound by fear and greed alone, denying any peace
A fracture deep in humanity
A fragile mask of serenity
From a blade once drawn by human hand
To drones in the sky, the warhead shall remain
Warhead
Stand fast, your country counts on you
Valor at last, courage will see you through
Enemy scouts, plotting your position
Mortar rounds, dropping with precision
Paths are laid with most careful aim
The struggle stoked to fuel the game
No peace desired, no victory planned
Endless battle by unseen demand
Warhead
Warhead
A future shaped by an iron fist
Frontlines move in their endless drift
No end in sight, just war sustained
Profits rise as the blood remains
Enemy within my iron sights
Then, stone in hand, now, a nuclear pre-emptive strike
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