Letras
Until this century, the damage we could do to each other in war was limited
No weapon, we thought, could kill all our enemies
I don't know, but it's been said
You do or don't and then you're dead
No war could last forever
But advancing technology has put into our hands weapons and means of fighting wars
Which only the gods and heroes of legend have wielded
So pardon me, I'm wrappin' up
If I go speaking out of class
I'm just a grunt who's grooving to
The golden rule of puff and pass
Like magicians, we can alter the chemistries of life
The powers we have acquired can continue to do harm even after our wars are over
I don't know but it's been said
Some of our weapons are so new and so potent
That we don't even have the means to assess the damage they do
And yet we who create them are responsible for every effect they have
On the battlefield, at home
In years to come
We'll rest forever when we're dead