Big Sky Theory

Say it once

Today

Let the weight

Drop dead

Well I should…

Wonder why

Don’t dare

Let your grief

Away

Well I could invite you all in this war…

Arms control

A waste

Just a wreck

No spare

Let it fold…

So refuse

To die

Broken clouds

The end is nigh

Well we could invite you all in this war…

This end won’t justify the means

The truth has been a little bent

Your men will turn into machines

Is that the letter of intent?

And still we march right into war

Like serpents trying to feel warmth

And soon it all will just implode

This nuclear storm will leave you cold…