Nameless

They had memories, events of our past
Back a hundred years in time
The Great War, supposed to be the last

The last of them has passed away
And the words remaining
Sound like a vital warning

Hear their last lament :
"We didn't want to wage this war
We didn't want to fight our kind
We didn't know each other
Yet had to kill and die first in line
All this for what ?"

"Toughen up, toughen up
The youth needs action or they'll turn queer and soft"

So it has come to this
Some madmen want to put you through
The same old nightmares

We'd rather be nameless
Fameless
Than be an icon for warmongers
We don't condone their craze