Wash the soot from my soul,
I've burned too many
along the road.
there isn't a war conspired
that will douse
the fires
of man's
most hateful desires.

but I'm weary and contrary,
one side loses,
one side wins;
all the other sides
can't find
a place to hide
from my
evil genocide.

wash the soot from my soul,
I need to reload
for the fine start
of the next vain war
sparked
from the fires
of man's
most hateful desires.