Из альбома: The Wishing Chair
There was light and atomic
fission Swelling wind Rising ash Tide of Black Rain Cement seared
shadow traces Reminiscent of their last commands Instantly one
thousand flames arising Ill scent the burning hides surrounding A
settlement debased entirely Enola Gay had made a casual delivery
Please build a future, darling With our bomb Cherish and love it For
the sake of Earth bound kingdom come The undersides of fallen metal
trusses Evil debris of human bodies Each window's glass shards pelted
Secure confines Brittle collapse Neighbors lay beside Each other
unknowing Faces scorched of all familiar bearing, Too few hands Many
wounds for closing Marred by Thirsting Anguish Fear lamenting Here we
stand At the door to gold atomic age Don't spoil your face with worry
Trust in Earth bound kingdom come.