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 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