Burt Rutan

Split the blackened sky, open flood gates wide

With just one little cry you open up your eyes

We live like whores

We’re killing dreams for little boys and little girls

It’s our nation, we were living for the day

On our way to devastation, in the fires we play

Awake the frozen souls, burn the idol bulls

Our lips pressed to the coal, a glowing cinder makes us whole

We wash our hands

Of all the blood from innocence that we have shed