There's something hovering in the sky Made by man It's crying like a child Its tears are white Phosphorus Sets the air alight
It has all come around at last
There's something hovering in the sky Made by man It's crying like a child Its tears are white Phosphorus Sets the skin alight
And who can afford the cost? There's more dead this morning The rough beast is here Dumb bombs fall between the margin of error The machine is thinking with no reason, no cause, no guilt, no touch You're a target if you are frightened You're a target if you are afraid
