This is a song about "We are soldiers"

We are bred by consumerism

I bake the cake but you can't get a crumb

If there’s a shining star

Just because of who we are,

Are we living or dead bro

Preaching to the choir though

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

We are exactly like one another,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

We gotta put up with the shit life gives, carry on like soldiers/

That we are not a lone

The king upon the throne

That's why a little more bring a whole lot of toasters

Meaning fuses tears when guns become the soldiers,

No, no, we are not those

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