The clown may sacrifice all of his ideals
For one fleeting moment, it is to feel
that incredible rollercoaster ride
With the war room pride group
Face paint and the mobilization of troops
Now twelve nations go to war
To secure a dying venture, one last tour
Fundamentalist roar and murder holy book bland
All kinds of deadly fire touch down across the desert sand
The transformation from flesh to ash
Darkness, prudent with it's mercy, yet so generous to lash out
so very thrifty with love, yet with evil it splashes out
One by one territories are crossed off the map
Every action hostile, every bullet and bomb clap
Purging the world of extremist man
Destruction a commodity still in demand
And what is a terrorist, but a box office fan
one caught in the current of propaganda at hand
War is a beautiful sunset
A hundred colorful clouds, battles
expanding and contracting affront the sun
Eventually it all fades into the starry sky
Such a sumptuous transformation as day nights
It's true of men who sell their virtue like a whore
Who grin and instigate the proliferation of war
Once lofty, preachy, well to do vegetarians
Now unscrupulous vulture-like carnivores
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