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Mindless man a crippled wretch for life that's how they'll be

Marked as a burden in some eyes, still fighting to be free

America the Pitiful, you use your people well

Blinded by a nation's pride as they're guided into hell.

"Honor thy country, make us proud", our minds bent to their beliefs

Screams of the dead are beckoning loud, die before you retreat

You spit on their pride, they fought for your freedom

You want peace, they want to come home

You ask them how they can kill a human being

If the tables were turned, what would you do?!

Deserving recognition but are unrecognized

While those undeserving are then glorified

Where is the honor these men should obtain

For not only their own, but their families pain?!

"For those who fought for it, freedom has a flavor the protected will never know!"

America the pitiful, you use your people well

Blinded by a nation's pride as they're guided into hell

Mindless man, a crippled wretch for life that's how they'll be

Marked as a burden in some eyes, still fighting to be free!