Solar Flare
Not for lack of a gentle mother
I do lack a mental cover
It keeps on pounding my head
World order, water
torture, exhausted economics
Everyday just more comics
In a pissing contest
That started out with atomic bombs
Mom will they drop the bomb
Will they think about their children's children
Being born with limbs missing
There is no one to call
You can't make them stall
I want to feed them to each other
Cause I'm sick of them all
How can't you see something's missing
Is anyone listening
We're shooting up flares
Does anyone care
