F.A.T.E. - Chibulitude (Trained To Kill) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Cuddled up to eah other
The pighead full of straw(s)
The whispers we exchange
Are devoid of meaning
Army must have moral men
Able to use their instinctive pulsions to kill
Without any emotion(s)
Without any passion
Without any judgement
I commit hundred(s) (of) horrors
Horrors you've seen
But you refuse to see
Cause they get too much
For the ordinary men
Words are powerless to describe
Clearly what is necessary
For those who don't know
What the real horror means
You've (got) no right to call me (an) assassin
But you've (got) the right to kill me
You've (got) the right to do it
But you've (got) no right to judge me