Previous wars made Millionaires out of Billionaires
Today´s wars make Trillionaires out of Billionaires
Tomorrows wars will fuel Generations of Hate
I´m losing my grip on Reality
I cannot simply agree that we are civilised
Acting like this Earth is infinite,
It´s a Chess Board of Lies
That will generate Stalemate
So yes I´ve gone to the Hills again
So yes I´ve gone away
Money is Made when Bombs are
Dropping in Afghanistan
When white Phosphorous Falls in Palestine
Whoring Weapons at a Record Pace,
Arming anyone who wants a taste of Disgrace
Oh so I´ve drifted away in disbelief
And I´ll live out this Fantasy
I´ll live this Fantasy
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