Another day,
Another dollar,
Spent on things
To **** us all.

Mass destruction
Made
By mass production.
How much is enough?

A bomb to **** the earth,
but who's hands
are the wrong hands?

Can you ever
truly
know?

Invent our doom
To set it aside
an gather dust?

No, There is something else
On their minds.

A secret,
But we won't be let in.
Left to watch them
Whisper.

OH LORD, OH LORD.
How can this be.
I get home to be assaulted by my TV.
OH LORD, OH LORD
They are only children.
This can't be happening, not again.
OH LORD, OH LORD
The children, the children.
Oh Lord the children.
What have they done?
OH LORD, OH LORD
The parents, the parents.
Oh Lord the parents.
Told to go home without their children.
OH LORD, OH LORD,
The shooter, the shooter.
A torn up soul. A torn up soul?
OH LORD, OH LORD
The horror, the horror.
What's to happen.
OH LORD, OH LORD
OH LORD, What's to happen now?
And the President cries.

Zipper your arms around me,
and meld into my eyes.
Button your lips to mine,
and let me breathe in that autumn air
while I'm wrapped in you.

Slip your hands down my waist
while I crack a weathered smile.
Stitching your fingers through mine.
Let me know that all of this coldness that we've felt
is merely from the seasons.

Pressing your forehead to mine,
leaving everything the Summer held behind.
We're just two people,
crunching fallen leaves with our feet,
which echo the sounds of what we're
trying so hard to avoid.