When the bomb drops
Like a pin in a silent room
We'll stuff our ears with cotton balls
And wish that shit away
With the sun controlled in human hands
All we do is throw it at each other
A high-tech monkey hissy fit
We could run away
With a solar flare beneath our tails
Why is it we only make to destroy?
Without the race space is just a void
A dream forgotten every smokey dawn
We're stuck here on earth
As the future lays in mass graves
Not ashes amongst the stars



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