THE DAY AFTER ---- WHAT
Oh/
In comes the cartoons of life.
There is no time for choosing ---- and there never was/
I will live till i die believing these lies.
I let the world of my youth fade away.
DOES THERE HAVE TO BE PAIN IN A WISH?
That there may be no time to watch
the birds fly, rivers run, or the colors of this planet.
Night'time falls another day without end.
The silence is louder than thunder.
As i ran through the pathways of my youth.
Within shadows glimmering in the twilight's dawn,
from the corners of my mind.
Death ---- be not proud.
The trumpets blare within my mind ---- mesmerizing my soul.
It is hard to love mankind ---- when they are bent and paralyzed.
Somewhere in my dreams ---- in the night/
When i dream of mankind's monument of Dachu ----
and the metamorphosis of this planet.
When all of the people have been called ---- and they arise to the task.
There are miles to go ---- and promises that were not kept/
Gather me one more golden morning.
THAT THE SEAL ON THE ICE WILL NOT ----
WILL NOT BE HARMED/
When the pain and angry of my mind has gorged itself,
and the annihilation is at hand.
I DO NOT WANT TO LIVE ----
IN A WORLD THAT HAS NO DREAMS/
This torment racks my mind and soul.
I want to wake up old ---- relax and die.
Only the strong will survive.
The day after ---- for what/
In the great exception of imagination we perceive to be ----
will be no more.
When the final explosion lights our way
to death's dark tomb.
An angrier mob saying it is good for mankind ----
while carrying a bomb blast of anger.
Celestial ----
magisterial bombs they are making for the absolute gallows.
The abhorrence of devastation is breath'taking ----
in all of its entire splendor.
It is a funny ---- horrible joke of screams and laughter.
AS ANOTHER BUTTERFLY DIES ----
AND THE SILENCE IS ASTOUNDING.
Hordes for the gathering to create a bomb of wisdom.
Another side has to defend ---- creating their own company of bombs.
So we all defend to gather our battalions of bombs.
---- NOW THERE IS NO ONE LEFT TO FIRE THEM/ ----