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.
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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.
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.