They party.
They break out the balloons and the bombs
and put the world up for sale.
They exist in a bubble
They exist in a bubble
of their own making.
Volts of electricity pass through them
as they pronounce sentence
and make war.
(Their tongues burn and our hearts stop.)
They obliterate targets on the ground.
The earth shakes.
We see flashes of light.
We see flashes of light.
We wander through the trash and the rubble.
Where are the stars?
Where is the road?
Show us a map.
Is there no way home?
Where is the road?
Show us a map.
Is there no way home?
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