The Killing Revelation

This life is made of numbers and lines

Still we’re breathing after dawn

If two and two were dancers

Then they would move across the floor

Altogether, hand in hand

Mother dear

We worry, We worry

Mother dear We’ve lost control

Look outside We’re fighting

Mother dear what shall we do?

The killing generation

Their lives abide by numbers and time

Still we’re breathing through the dawn

If two and two were dancers

Then they would move across the floor

Altogether, hand in hand

Mother dear

You’re sleeping

Mother dear Open you’re eyes

How to love?

We are asking Mother dear

Why are we here?