Ethnic cleansing
With no defending
These acts of genocide
A fatal ending
With no surrendering
To cover up the cries
And the lie

Smart bombs, precision guided armament
A more sophisticated way to end up dead
Still we search and invent such intelligent weapons
That kill each other
Like the Gears Of War
Gears of war

When you ride with thieves
Then you die with thieves
Cross my heart and hope
That you die
When the smoke has cleared
The devil's in the mirror
And you see his warheads
Paint the sky, now you die!

Smart bombs, precision guided armament
A more sophisticated way to end up dead
Still we search and invent such intelligent weapons
That kill each other
Like the gears of war