Expendable Goods

Marching towards your grave

of your country you are a slave

you don't mean shit to them

expendable good in their cash flow plan

Nationalist thoughts drilled in your brain

like your country is some holy grail

forced and pushed for the kill

Expendable goods

What has your country ever done for you?

except pushing you and twisting the truth

and pulling you out of your neighbourhood

Expendable goods

So march on to your fucking death

or choose life and fucking object

no state ain't worth to die for

let the bastards fight their own wars