Thousand years of hate

Like a hand that's choking you

Forgotten how to breathe

Killed a thousand men

Died a thousand deaths

In your sweat dreams

A symphony of destruction

The agony you conduct

With a video of torture

The downfall of a race

A general rehearsal

Of all great things to come

Reality-TV, delivers to you

On request, your private war

War means business

Even if it's a civil one

It brings together nations

Who try to force down peace

A peace of paper