Devotion - Mission Of Burma

No matter what the size, we always try to hit the mark

They say it’s temporary, but their lights will soon fade to dark

Endurance, fortitude, and strength take a wicked toll

This can only mean promotion, but the party’s what matters of course

I’ve been in the service of the company for ten years

Stuck inside this dream factory, making real all your garbage fears

Though my duties have been few, I performed them as commanded

When the gyro gets so wet beneath the skids I understand it

Some people just don’t realize what devotion means

I should have known better than

To feed so greedy from this filthy hand

It’s the same old story

The underside of folly

And what right you’ve got to criticize

The warp and weft of well told lies

And thus it was hereafter

Amid the nation’s bastards

Ahh ahh

Ahh ahh

Pockets of power, pouches of pestilence

The trip would make life celebrate our new heads

And it’s final, but not fatal, represents a rubber caste

We would stick by to the end with tenderness and prejudice

Some people just don’t realize what devotion is

I see something staring us in the eye

It’s another bad dream, the system caught us in our lie

And I know I’m not the smartest man who ever walked the earth

But we have to think that wellness, it’s a sign of something worth

And look what is wrong to feel just what devotion means