Smell the Irony - The Infested

Crying child, confused and hurt

Cos his homies been buried by rubble and dirt

Wanders around to find his Dad

Who’s been blown to bits by an air strike, it’s mad

These people he thought were here to save

And divert the terror so far away

Have destroyed his home, his dreams and family

In a war against terror, smell the irony?

The same excuses everyday

Where we try to justify why we are there today

Patrolling, abusing, attacking and killing

Even more civilians suffering

What is wrong with our population

Blinded by the lies of terrorism

Turn off your TV and use your head

Your not the one who’s getting shot dead

Can you smell the irony?

How many attacks have they made?

And how many people have we saved?

It’s propaganda can’t you see?

We’re not the victims anymore

Military reports of a wanted man

Located maybe somewhere in Afghanistan

Forget the research, «call the carpet bomb»

Another thousand casualties and no result

What makes these innocent families

Any less valuable than your own?

Can’t you see what we’ve become?

Ignorant, malicious, terrorist scum