2053

Man-made stars on Earth
 Turn solid matter to dust
 It threats power of gods to men
 Men of only political integrity
 Only an uneasy imbalance remains
 Between truce and mass eradication
 For now our balance is sustained
 By mere threads of circumstance
 Let them ignite
 Bring to our knees
 Will cease to be
 Kill what they see
 2053
 2053
 Will the next one bring us to our knees?
 Will the next one help us cease to be?
 2053
 We play with the heat of the Sun
 We toy with the fire like a curious child
 Curiosity that has built so much
 Has built a means to destroy it all
 The cold stand off has worn at the trigger
 Stand down and fall
 Instigators who lie in waiting
 Of that all nations can be sure
 We play with the heat of the Sun
 Turn solid matter to dust