Repeat (wash-rinse-repeat)

Who will train?
To object the body
Mind will fight
But will is spotty
Contradicting all we try
Some will go with gun
Some are going to die
And how fun
That we had this chance to kill
They are taking it with you
And that is half the thrill
When making your message known
You aren’t the peaceful beam
You are the ashes blown
Of lives destroyed in dreams
But don’t think you'll get away
Regardless it is always fair
Each of us will dearly pay
But only some are going to care