Scanner The Killing Fields
They are soldiers too blind too see Fighting for their own damnation See the honour and pride in their chests Targets feeding guns ThereÆs too much hate to hear the warning On killing fields where nobody wins No denying they are the strongest Blowing out their mother country Independence - What is the value? What has made them pay the price? ItÆs much too late to hear the warning On killing fields where nobody wins All men of steel and hearts of ivory See the comrades side by side Under fire seems like eternity A game, sinister The souls are sold where is the ecstasy? Where are the bold? Times change Is there a need for all the wasted youth? They call it war! The souls are bold, a newfound ecstasy The guns are sold, values change The sirens howl a short infinity The airforce whispers The war was cold, now it has turned to flames Nobody knows the reason why Is there a need for all this wasted life There must be more!! They never wait to hear the warning On killing fields where nobody wins ThereÆs a fight on the hill Even time is standing still But they never will know the score (War is just a game of tools Still itÆs the same, still itÆs the same War is made by leading fools Nothing remains, nothing remains)