We Are Not Soldiers Of Plastic

We are trained for killing and for dying
We are workout to hate
We are trained for to expire and to suffer
We don't have to have feather of who wants to kill us
They fill our souls
With if they root soldiers of plastic
Without life and without love
Dying without feeling pain

Why have to fight
For a cause that we didn't cause

Why have to kill
Somebody that never did badly us

What matters if we are
American, african or chinese
We were born, we died
What will remain hate or love?
We are not soldiers of plastic