A New Ice Age
Stare at the black and white paintings that hang
From smoke filled skies obscuring the sun.
Suburban paradise falls to its knees,
And offers the future to anyone.
Nuclear children how does it feel?
You\'re not young anymore and you do not belong.
Remember the colours that danced in your eyes?
Must they go with you when you are gone?
Follow the desperate faces that seek out,
Plastic perfection whatever the cost.
Disposable empires safeguard the future,
Falling from grace when all is lost.
Feed the illusion with total conviction,
A long term addiction, an everyday high.
The man on the TV says everythings peachy,
But he\'s got a gun that shoots holes in the sky.