Wars of our World

The world's on fire...

The sky turns dark again

as the ships come in.

Stretched out with soldiers...

With their tanks and guns

it has just begun.

Why won't you tell me

that it's almost over

Why must this parasite

infect us all

And the cities...

laid out like targets.

And with that deafening sound

they all thunder down.

And the refugies

now useless bodies.

They lay still; black and blue

the tanks roll by, all on cue.

It feels completly useless

to fight like this,

but the powers to be

makes enemies of you and me.

For you, doesn't it alarm

that the "bad guys'" from towns and farms

basically our brothers in arms

They mold us into loyal workers

to make us faster, smarter, taller

better, bolder, stronger.

To make us martyrs

for the government's cause.

That should make you think'n pause

the worth for this much loss.

Why won't you tell me

that it's almost over

Why must this parasite

infect us all...