Seantonamo's Lament Lyrics

Through these defeats, and end we seek
It never comes
And all we see is bankruptcy and broken bodies

And what matters most, is what's perceived
We have sold our souls for “victory”

Stubborn pride on this fool's errand
As history's lessons go unheeded
So we'll march past the bones of those who marched before

There's no need for apology when you carry the biggest stick and walk loudly
But with narrowed eyes and colder hearts they remember everything

There is no apologies