Guilty

By Ethan McCord

It's not me that pulled the trigger it's you,
I may have been the actions, but you're as guilty too,
I didn't go to Iraq on my own, I was sent by the American mass,
Shook my hand told to me to kill, and patted me on the ass,
Now I'll carry the pain, it's my weight to bear,
As you laugh with your family, and act with no care,
When our paths do cross you thank me and ask me stupid things,
Like "how many kills! Was it hot?! and if I have bad dreams"
I only smile at your ignorance , as you ask my name and was killing cool,
I reply, "I'm your fucking complacency, I'm what you created, now who the fuck are you?"

Hearts and minds
By Ethan McCord

We're here providing democracy, can't you tell by my gun
We'll kill , I mean free everything breathing, every , daughter and son
We'll show them who's in control, we'll use all of our might
Well pull the men from their children, and stomp their faces at night
They'll wish they had Saddam and his fedayeen thugs
while we piss on their bodies, and shit on their prayer rugs
This is your freedom, what you wanted all this time
Here's your children's future ...2 in the heart... 1 in the mind