We are Pawns (Control by Chaos)

Why are we constantly fighting?
Striking so fast
Like a storm statically composed
Of imbecilic lightning
It's frightening to me
That we can't seem to see
How amazing things could be
If we were human beings so free
From all of the ignorance and hate
The bloodshed we create
Because this world's in a state
Of crippling self induced checkmate
But, wouldn't it be great?
Yeah, wouldn't it be something?
If we finally understood
What they never thought we would
What they never thought we should
Yet, there's still a chance we could
That when I kill you
And, then, you kill me
We both bleed - Unfortunately
But, it's for their greed
Not our security
There are billions to be made
Off of wartime industry
If they can make you hate me
And me hate you
Well, then, there's nothing I wouldn't do
For the good ol' red, white, and blue.
See, we are really the same
They are different than us
But, their media elite
Convince so many in the street
To get on the bus
Or, maybe, it's only a bandwagon
Shit, I'm still sittin', dodgin' bullets,
Diggin' holes, and sand baggin'
But, all of this is for what?
To spill my guts on top of glory?
While some corporate sluts get rich
Up on the ninety-sixth story?
These wars are for control and money
And not about regional strife
But, although, we are different than them
...With this fear of death -- I will end your life.