As I sit here in this crowd
I think thoughts that aren't allowed
Bombs and guns and big bad boys
Using people as their toys
Limbs are torn and babies cry
Corpses attract many a fly
Glassy eyes in nerdy heads
Are examined by the feds
Trying to reconstruct the crime
For the first nor the last time
Some move slowly through the blood
Some are praying to their god
Some with nerves that start to fail
Some just stand there looking pale
 
Reality is just as cruel
Ignorance just seems to rule
Homo simplens on the move
With just this one thing to prove:
To chaos nature tends to strive
For all creatures, dead, alive
There's no point in trying hard
To see what's coming from the start
And we cannot do a thing
To change whatever time may bring
For the end is never clear
And salvation's never near
We must take things as they come
Be it rainbows or the bomb...