This World

Funker Vogt

For centuries and centuries

I walked along their battlefields

Rotten flesh and burned soil

Is all what they have left



A strange desire for destruction

Can be felt at all these places

An awful waste of resources

All for their killing machinery



A world all made of battlefields

A world all drowned in blood

A world which will not last forever

Is all that we have got



A world all made of battlefields

A world all built for wars

And now we take the battlefields

Far out to the stars



They get better year by year

With a frightening efficiency

Killing thousands in one strike

By pushing just one button



So I have been everywhere

From the jungle to the mountain

And even in the deepest sea

I saw the signs of a past war