Foreign Sands

“Are you tired of being a no one
Then pick up a flag and you could be someone”
So they say

So step off the bus, and into an office
Sign on the line and here ends the problem:
“Here's who we want you to kill.”

The first thing you learn is how to take orders
Don’t rock the boat, and don't question borders
Rising with the sun

Then they break you: make you a no one
Name, rank and number
Give you a logo
So they can tell who you are

And as you die in foreign sands
Lifeblood slipping through your open hands
As you turn to face the sky
And wonder if you knew the reason why

Flies buzz a corpse
And you look and feel nothing
It's just another day to bury your feelings
Now that you’ve gone pro

Then it's your turn
And no one feels nothing
They read out your name
But it's not quite a headline
As they add you to the list

And as you die in foreign sands
Lifeblood slipping through your open hands
As you turn to face the sky
And wonder if you knew the reason why