The Infantry

We need a reason to fight for
We leave our country, we leave our lives
We'd wash our brain, with blood and pain

We are soldiers
The infantry
We are a mix
Of man and beast

Shoot
Torture
Kill
Die for nothing

Here is the edge
Where you forget
Who, really, you are
This is the war

We write the history, we dirty our hands
But our own story, it's irrelevant
They look at us as fucking freaks
Presidents are always beauties, soldier are always beasts

We'll be always soldiers
The infantry
We back for our lives
But we'll never be free

Repeat pré

Still in the edge
We'll never forget
Who, really, we are
We meet ourselves in the war