If blood is shed under order and call
Is the blood on the killer's hands after all?

A second's notice: a trigger, a twitch
Another man falls to death's lulling wish.

A government, a nation, a flag
A cause or an excuse?

So many people, imposed in their suits
Toss lives back and forth for a point oh so moot.

The question, my friends, the perennial coup,
Is when do you stop, and when do you shoot?

So many downgrade those people who know.
But if it was kill or be killed, would another side show?

It's a human trait- so few- scarcely known:
The survival switch can be flicked or be thrown.

It's built deep inside, and never thrown out,
It'll change who you are, there's no need to doubt.

A second's notice: the trigger, the twitch.
Another man falls to the bloody, long list.

The survival switch can be flicked or be thrown,
Fear is the culprit, it's for what we are known.