See them overhead: The Ending
In a haze of red, descending
Put it down to your neurosis
Too obsessed before to notice
Your logic overrun
Balance for the weight of your conviction
A fiction
The sky would fall
You had to know
God damn you all:
I told you so
Every living soul distracted
As the air control reacted
Try to indicate its uses
While the modern state refuses
In ordered unison
Works of war approaching your position
Contrition
The sky would fall
You had to know
God damn you all:
I told you so