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Blinded By Faith - Finger On The Trigger lyrics
Point blank indoctrination, 
 Brainwashed youth, brought down, twisted, crushed and
 Recast
 Formatted robots, ready to be programmed
 Inhumane principles to spawn the ideal soldier:
 Psychological shutdown! 
 Disintegrate the individuality, annihilate identity
 Until all mental forces collapse, 
 Then redesign the self to server abstract authorities
 Blind killing machines, recruited at eighteen
 Almost children, perfect preys to defile
 Slaves, pawns, cannon fodder! 
 A neurotic instructor pours cement in your skull:
 "Listen to me, silly sissies, faggots with no balls, 
 You're worst than nothing to me, 
 Worthless scumbags with no backbones.
 If you wanna be somebody here, 
 Don't think twice, don't think at tall, just do what
 You're told, 
 And it's gonna be the best of both worlds.
 You need some strict discipline!"
 [Chorus:]
 Glory to the star spangled-banner! Now let us pray... 
 A good American is a man
 Who was born with a finger on the trigger
 To erase the problem cases and promote the noble
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 A real American is a man who's willing to die
 For his beloved country
 "Crawl in the mud or on your friend's corpse.
 It doesn't matter how many people are killed, 
 Never mind how much blood is spilled, 
 Victory is ours, we never surrender
 Enemies lurk in every corner, the threat is permanent, 
 We're rightfully suspect and purge.
 Never hesitate to bomb the fuckers!"
 They don't even know they serve higher interest! 
 Corporations behold the show and laugh in the shadows, 
 Orchestrating wars from afar, financing fear and
 Worldwide paranoia, 
 Protecting their privileges as armies crumble on the
 Battlefield.
 With an elastic morality, they speculate on human pain, 
 Led by their lust for power.
 See nothing, say nothing, hear nothing: credo of the
 Corruptors! 
[Chorus]
 From the ashes of Britannia rose a country
 Struck by a collective Viet Namnesia
 Uncle Sam is out of control, out of reach
 Happy bloodbath, Mr. President! 
 Democracy is now a vain word, 
 Peace goes down the drain.















