We fight for the right, we fight for a lifestyle.
And in the name of right we kill and maim.
Dress our wounds in a creedo,
what's our healing game?
Our Scholars say its a right of passage,
and under the gridirion lights we play.
In a rite of mutual destruction,
what's our healing game?
We lust for blood in our recreation,
steeped in the violence we play.
Never mind what it is we're teaching,
what's our healing game?
Sometimes I'm at a loss for words,
Sometimes I'm at a loss for words.
Is it the quantum sum of our evolution
to build machines to show the way
and those that kill with more and more precision?
What's our healing game?
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