Soldier

One by one you walk to the fire in search of a fantasy
Thieves you take the lives of proud men who don't belong in your company.

You are not a soldier, just another man's gun
To me you mean nothing. What have you become?

When you land where you are going. What you find may surprise you. Rooms and rooms of the self-departed crying in vein we've been lied to.

You are not a soldier, just another man's gun
To me you mean nothing. What have you become?