They say I’m a monster…no love in my heart.
Taking these lives and tearing them apart.
I feel no remorse, no hearts will bleed.
They work for me and for what I need.

Late at night I sometimes think they’re probably right,
But hell, I don’t care. We all have to fight.
I need to survive, I need the job can’t you see?
Life has never been fair, warm or free…

They’re my property now, I’ve paid for their lives.
Do you think I really care if these kids live or die?
I don’t talk to them, they seem all the same.
I know them by their eyes, never by name.

I can’t get “soft” and think of them,
They can leave when they become men.
Those little bastard kids, they better get to work.
I’ll throw them in the water, I’ll throw them in the dirt.

I have to push down my feelings, I need to get by.
It has always been my way so I could survive.
I ask you, “How is this wrong?”, “How could this be?”
I mean, not to long ago that little boy was me.