From your welcome doormat
To your slaver's front desk
It's always gonna be
Someone else

And your special place
Still burns like all the rest
Your torn clad uniform
Just waits for another name tag

A lifelong pledge hangs on threads
You are too slow for new trends
A dead end for an old friend
A new cut that doesn't mend
There's a new dad in the wings
Your kid can cut your strings

Your bones grind
Your soil in mind
Eyes with coins
You are sold for time
From the breast
To the landmine
Dance like the rest
This place is a frontline

There is always gonna be someone else
There is always gonna be someone