Nose Candy Or Nose Ring

Bodies laid upon the battlefield as a many patch worked quilt
Our masters were proud of the loyalty and carnage, bearing no guilt
We wanted their possessions, while they wanted to control us
Our masters looked upon the continuous killing without an ounce of disgust

There were secrets being kept, conspiring between supposed opposing heads
Their destinies were forever entwined regardless of how many were reported dead
From their towers they watched tortures drawn out, along with head shots
Screaming warriors disemboweled, and left on the fields to rot

Those with limbs hanging and lives barely clinging
No quarters are given although the fat lady is singing
There is so much more death to be had, hell let's paint the battlefields
Let's line up and defend master like a human force field

All the while not knowing that he's behind the lines trying to wheel and deal
And anything not destroyed or already burning, he's back there trying to steal
Were their resources and the private contracts really worth all of this death
At what point do you decide that a human life carries the greatest wealth

Why should so many suffer and die so that only a few can profit
Why does the same ones always sacrifice is what I don't get
When will the day arrive when kings sacrifice so that their kingdom may eat
when will everyone in the kingdom receive a fair share of the grains and meat

What happened to the days when kings were first into battle with sword and shield
Placing their royal lives on the line and showing them how a warrior truly feels
But now in the days of cowardly battle bunkers and hidden command centers
The true reason for warring is unknown and the total lives lost are never entered