Five hundred year old war
Five hundred years of keeping score
It doesn’t make sense to me
Why do this willingly?

The wrong place at the wrong time
To go on living is a crime
You must accept that you’ve been killed
Your role has been fulfilled

Living casualty, you report to your death
you step into the booth
it doesn’t phase you

Millions every year
Taught to ignore fear
You’re killing every man
but the buildings, they still stand

Living casualty, you report to your death
you step into the booth
it doesn’t phase you

How can you be so cruel?
Why must you enforce this rule?
How can you watch them all leave so nonchalantly?

Living casualty, you report to your death
How can you just give in?
Can’t you see that no one wins?
That never will be me
A living casualty

Instrumentation:

Mike: Lead Vocal and Guitar
PJ: Backing Vocal and Lead Guitar
Chris: Backing Vocal and Keyboard
Noah: Bass
Andy: Drums