Armygeddon

Eighteen years, my time has come
My fatherland calls me to the patriotic service
Coercive methods applied
No reason is worthy, for these musclehead’s flock
Officials’re screaming, youngmen’re punished
Who can be proud?
Militia, Honour, Fascist Control!
The arny grows up to mantain the peace
A peace that4s built with bloody corpse piles
Two years are wasted, with rigid discipline
A btrainwash by the force, systematically made
Erase my thoughts