Funker Vogt

This World
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 wards 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 Aus Songtexte Mania