I am a modern hunter, marching through the rain 
looking for a bloody shot, I play a gainful game
landscapes not my main target, i want to face the fear
my soul painted with foreign blood, my illusions disappear

jarring sirens in the air, i shoot a dying man 
his eyes wide open he goes down, shouts declining in the night he is a father and my friend... [bad word] happens but it sells
I understand but can't prevent, turn off my mind and hold his hand

I got an order, another mission, I don't know what i get fingers ready on the trigger, emotions coloured red
I'm a soldier  without faith, the camera my my most [bad word] gun aiding a desperate mom to see that bullets passed into her son

interchangeable men walking on their way, straight from life to death visual failures were captured on film by puppets not able to see 
their hands adjust the focal distance to feed the daily press
leaving the scenes when the job is done, looking for other atrocities

the interchangeable men walking on their way, straight from screen to shot 
telling the world that their work is worth, there's nothing left but this
creating in the name of peace another deeply shocking decay 
promoted wars in tasty byte. maybe God will bless your soul