Two nations wait… as their armies draw near, One faces east while the west keeps drawing near, Each claims the truth as the border breeds fresh fear. The border’s answer: bombs away... BOOM! Bombs away...the end of the world is fear. Both sides cry out… as the black wings draw near, One side cries freedom, one preaches faith and fear, They sharpen their hatred as first signs appear. The first black wings cry: bombs away... BOOM! Bombs away...the end of the world is near. Maps bleed red… as the borders disappear, No one remembers what they tried to make clear, The back-room boys wheel the final weapon here. The final weapon: bombs away... BOOM! Bombs away...the end of the world is here. Deep engines awaken… the hour draws near, The satellites sing while the signal comes clear, “We’ll [bleep] you up” rings both brittle and clear. The waking engines: bombs away... BOOM! Bombs away...the end of the world is here. Both sides lie still… with no victor left there, Their flags burn together in dead, empty air, No one remains who can say they were once there. With nobody left: bombs away... BOOM! Bombs away...but there is nobody there.
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