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Pain Confessor - Handful Of Nothing lyrics
[Music: D.Gildenlow]
 'In time of war the first casualty is truth.' 'What broke in a man when he
 Could bring himself to kill another?' 
 We've seen it before but safe on our suburb screens 
 Now I am here in the flesh 
 A witness of war in this godforsaken scene 
 Far from those grey walls 
 See children with guns hatred and fear in their eyes 
 They shoot to release their pain 
 A conflict to solve no matter if someone dies 
 Protecting our interests...
 Look around, soon there'll be but ruins to be found 
 Winner will be the last that stands 
 Lethal moves in a game of chess for the depraved 
 King or Pawn? Are you worth to save? 
 (What is the prize for this game we play?) 
 (And who are the ones that finally pay?) 
 If we eat more we'll get a handful of nothing 
 We'll be swallowing dirt 
 If we push more we'll get a fistful of enough 
 We'll be swallowing blood 
 They told me that we could actually save human lives 
 That armies would preserve the peace 
 And my work would save, solve and build bonds 
 Only lies! 
 And I fed their wallets... 
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 It's strange how we speak of civilised views 
 While we buy that media warface they sell 
 A makeup for "Them" so we can decide who's to die 
 Cause we love it easy: 
 Here they are - take a good look at the beasts of war! 
 Let the rain wash that paint away: 
 Deep inside everyone's a mothers little child 
 Longing home, lost and led astray 
 And we prey on this decay! 
 If we eat more we'll get a handful of nothing 
 We'll be left with the dirt 
 If we push more we'll get a fistful of enough 
 I leave this machine... 
 I left my life to ease my pain 
 But I cannot find that cleansing rain... 
 Look around soon there'll be but ruins to be found 
 We can change - it's all in our minds... 
 [-D. Gildenlow]
 Step by step hate controls every heart every soul 
 Every gun pointed at those we paint as Enemies 
 We provide what they need to let the game proceed 
 Stuck in machines somewhere we build the cross they bear 
 Arm to solve, kill to save... God I've felt how it smells! 
 "My land's my home" - we're blind! 
 I'm sick of the blood I find! 
 Step by step greed controls every heart every soul 
 Arm to kill, kill to live - God how could I believe...











