Something is being born
Something is being born

There's something hovering in the sky
Made by man
It's crying like a child
Its tears are white
Phosphorus
Sets the air alight

It has all come around at last

There's something hovering in the sky
Made by man
It's crying like a child
Its tears are white
Phosphorus
Sets the skin alight

And who can afford the cost?
There's more dead this morning
The rough beast is here
Dumb bombs fall between the margin of error
The machine is thinking with no reason, no cause, no guilt, no touch
You're a target if you are frightened
You're a target if you are afraid