Disposable Numbers

Your life sold by
The rich and divine

Warships enter the battle
Eliminates the enemy at the bay
Flames engulf the poor mans hatred
A war made by the rich and grey

Another war being fought by the youth the prey
The sinner sits high and mighty on his chair

Somewhere along the line
We lose ourselves to the murders mind
We will take their life for our great and mighty lords

A disposable number
A shield made of flesh
Awaiting a slumber
We're the The Highlords trash

We're the lost minds by state
Being tortured day by day

The suffered warriors state of mind
Nothing more than a piece in the sand
The war is a worhtless lie

Say no more
A worthless war by the rich and the powerfull

We are cannon fodder to fill the ranks with blood and flames
Nothing more than piece of meat for the grinder

A war made by freedom
A war made by lords