Triggered Combat

He may never be the police calming every protest, He may never be the soldier fighting unrest, He may never be the child fighting his pain!! But he can be a sect quoting a grail, Believing in justice through murder, Committing to terrorism through slaughter, Believing in a god through blood-drinking And poisoning his soul with hard drugs and piercing… Combat, combat, combat, The decision you take makes him pick up a mask! Combat, combat, combat, The only thing his deep soul hears resounding As he runs into the masses blowing up everything with tied bomb strings!