Wake up call
Stand straight and tall
We want you
To join the troops
Forced leave the family
Forced to invade for economic needs
I’m a killer
I’m a gunner 
I’m man made
One foot in the grave
You see the dirt on my face
You see the blood on my hands
Pile of bodies for my land
But I don’t think they care about me, or my needs
Or my family in the village
I’m a number on a board
A statistic for history
See the faces of my enemies
They look just like me
Unfortunate souls
Slaughtered like dogs
Here comes the terminators, and they want you dead

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