Artist: Vents
Album:  Marked for Death
Song:   F.T.M.
Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com

[Vents]
You better be ready for combat, misery, diggers in Gallipoli
Humanity is happily living in captivity
Humidity warm, the world is hot
It's heating up in the metropolis, the melting pot
You got racists and skinheads suffering ignorance
Boats near collapse that's smuggling immigrants
Imminent death and permanent war
It's profitable and logical to murder the poor
as war again, the man got horribly burnt
They're saying "Lest we forget", but what have we learnt?
The same shit that my grandpa probably heard
Want you in the military for the monarchy sir
Now, you might have heard about the staggering rate
of suicide that the military happen to hate
Another day, another name that they had to erase
Another year, another motherfucking flag in my face, it's like

[Chorus: 2X]
Not the military, not the military
Not the military, "Leave me the fuck alone"
Not the military, not the military
"What the fuck are y'all looking for?"

[Vents]
I was born in a strange land where great ape became man
and behave worse than date rape in a strange van
Now, time to go where it's always hot
The hash is good, the smack like gourmet rocks
People shit their pants, should have saw they jocks
Big toys high tech, made to saute blocks
One weekend a month, two trips a year
When the fuck did I disappear?
Coming home with post-trauma, no parade and no laughter
Kids is raised with no father
Something or rather regarding the Taliban
or Bin Laden, chill and please pardon
my ignorance, but the interests
of big business demand it, soon to be departed
or wheelchair bound, you figure the sound and the flash is the end
But the fun's just began, now

[Chorus: 2X]

[Vents]
Riddled with bullets in Beirut that's made in Beijing
Burn victims in Baghdad saying the same thing
Machines from Berlin, knock then burst in
for god and country, fuck me, you must be
joking son, looking for a smoking gun
But times have changed, most know to run
Recruitment low, telling me you had potential
Coming home fucked up, I had a mental
If you just left school and you can't get a job
Mean you're cannon fodder for the chants from the mob
Many people, yelling for blood is very lethal
Shells with uranium is still semi-legal
These days they sell Coke without calories
Milk no fat, war without casualties
Fat salaries, problem solved
Gotta die when I say, must do what you're told, so yo

[Chorus: 2X]