The Feel of Godly

Battle, war, the motive gone
Battle cry and guns are drawn
Mental soul, the smell of blood
Paints the floor with the innocent
Auto loaded, instinct flood
So far from benevolent
Weary from the war of oil
Killing men, laid rest on soil

The baby's cry is the thing to fear
Hiding in secret as the man draws near
As he makes a sound you realize
That he must die for you to survive

Kill them in the name of God
Strategy, smoke and a mirror
The currency shall rule abroad
As the vague but fatal truth draws nearer
Never again was story told
Of how the country sold its soul
But the fact remains in the minds of bold
That the men have more than paid the toll

The men and women capture a village
Tinderbox lights up with a single strike
Villagers take up vagabondage
Lives keep ending but they make the hike

My country's gone, I have nothing left
Now a member of a dying race
The rich man's greed, the poor man's theft
Left behind in the first world chase
Don't know what's left to do with myself
I need the end to kill the pain
Can't count on it with my health
Nothing left to lose and all to gain

Now I need to let this monster out
Or it'll destroy me without a doubt
Buzz cut head on a stiffened body
Now I know the feel of Godly