| Lyrics: | Lest we forget scorched earth policies, of megaton and hydrogen, and =
taut muscle of an
armory that flexes, to show the world we mean =
business!
It's all smiles and
handshakes, but who moves to disarm.
We've cheapened time and evolution.
To be
violently erased is non - fiction.
Those summits and peace treaties are just worthless
words.
It's all smiles and handshakes, but who moves to disarm.
Radium,
Uranium - one more isotope to add the collection.
The age of outrage has been reasoned into
submission.
And cries for peace are no longer in fashion.
I wonder if we'll see the point
through cataracted eyes.
Or draw breath from irradiated lungs, and sigh as we exit times
=
seven |
