Next Victim (Machinage)

Beginning of war where people are dying
Blood spilled on everywhere
And all the beauties we have become ashes,
And nothing is done to stop this big bullshit

And it makes us hate

But for them is just another time for fun
A kind of a mad one
A mad thing that can make one by one
See everything disappear

And what must be done?
To run, to fight, maybe not
Maybe there's no choice, no hope
Because increasingly we are
The next victim

Some soldiers kill with no mercy
Kill for victory to their country that wishes to invade lands
Just for some more cents in their fucking pockets
Without we realize about it
The countdown to the world starts