Escalation by Paradox
War, infernal core, business, not more, blood spattered
fame.
For I sell the death, march on the path of vice and pain.
Escalation, exaltation to kill.
Hunt, bombers and guns, warlords have won, before they
fight.
Arms, rockets and tanks, the means on the bank tell me,
I'm right!
Escalation, exaltation...
Carnivores and marauders, that's what I saw.
My equipments, I promise, decide your war!
Escalation of violence, state power's gone.
Domination of malice, the battle's done, done, done, lost
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