#unit 34

All it takes is one wrong move and smoke fills the sky One hasty move sentencing us to die

We should of given up these bombs, Relying on deterring retaliation Fuck were we wrong The rest of uss doomed to condemnation

God left us when the flash blinded the young now all the beauty is gone All the birdsong goes unsung we all have mistakes to dwell on This deadly phenomenon

We should of given up these wrongs, Resulting in the scorching of a nation Survivors'll be gone before too long Countless bodies in forced cremation

I know not of the disparate man

His stupors inspire idiocy

I do not wish for it to be who I am

A man uncaring for kin, what is he?

He is man 

A common plague 

A face belonging no name

I’m sure we’re all to blame

An entire civilization with no plan

The very idea, idiocy

Going about violence, shortening lifespan

Dealing with these problems hideously

They are man

A common plague

A face belonging no name

I’m sure we’re all to blame

Repeating circle, once more it happens

What is this idiocy?

Surely this is not all we should be

Making bombs and claiming territory

Oh but it doesn’t bother me

I’m a terrible heir

Making noise in private

Hide me from the stares

Of the passive tyrants

Floating round the confines of my room

All the people I see through, 

See through me too

Live as a spirit on the spectral plain

Dead soul viewing from another space

Nocturnal waif boy it’s such a shame

I’ll end up dying in this place

I feel I’m dying in this place

Drifting liking a phantom

Reflecting on my life

Staring into the 

Perdition of my dark mind

Floating round the confines of my room

Breathing in the dust of days

Spitting at the moon

Live as a spirit on the spectral plain

Dead soul viewing from another space

Nocturnal waif boy it’s such a shame

I’ll end up dying in this place

I feel I’m dying in this place

I live as a stranger 

Making noise in silence

Hide from the danger

Of all the passive tyrants

I know I’m dying in this place