Futile Lyrics

Bodies to ash

People to coal

All that makes the war machine toil

As long as there's a madman with a mouth for war

There are people who pay for another mans' gold

It's a systematic murder an organized theft,

the town I grew up in?

There's nothing left

All my friends

Were shot and left for dead

Entire families

With bullets in their head

Cities abandoned

Left to gather dust

How did we decide

That this is just?

No liberty

No sympathy

No fucking chance you'll ever be the same you once were

No home for me

No hope for me

All this war, for minute changes.

Makes me feel like all my pain was futile.

Fucking futile

Fucking futile.

Towns and cities covered in ash

While the one who pulls the strings makes his cash

Bombs and guns everyday

While the power-hungry give the order to slay

Trenches and fighting all for no gain

No matter the context, it's all the same

Its all a reminder surrounding my head

Nothing compared to the road ahead

All my friends

Were shot and left for dead

Entire families

With bullets in their head

Cities abandoned

Left to gather dust

How did we decide

That this is just?

No liberty

No sympathy

No fucking chance you'll ever be the same you once were

No home for me

No hope for me

All this war, for minute changes.

Makes me feel like all my pain was futile.

Fucking futile

Fucking futile.

Fucking futile

Fucking futile

Fucking futile

Fucking futile

(Sick ass guitar solo)