Stalemate Lyrics

Previous wars make billionaires out of millionaires,
Today's wars make trilionaires out of billionaires
Tomorrow's wars will fuel generations of hate,
Generations of hate
I'm losing my grip on reality
I cannot simply agree that we are civilised
Acting like this earth is infinite, is a chessboard of lies
That will generate, stalemate.
It will generate stalemate

So yes I've, gone to the hills again
So yes I've, gone away

Money is made while bombs are dropping in Afghanistan
And white phosphorous falls in Palestine.
Whoring weapons out of reprobates.
Arming anyone who wants a taste, of disgrace.
Who wants a taste, of disgrace.

So yes I've, gone to the hills again.
So yes I've, gone away.
So yes I've, gone away.