Rockets -

I won’t be without my natural fear

Of the years as they go passing out

Now that time has shored, we take account of lessons ignored

Lives that are not yours, covered with doubt by the biased score

This is why I complain

Histories of blackened names

I won’t be without my natural fear

Of the years as they go passing out

Now the nature of our kind is freely choosing to be blind

The politics I find are instruments of the sickened minds

But we know how to play your game

Listen as they scream our names

This species knows what to do

Their rockets they will come for you

Calling patriots and fifth columns

They fight wars while we write songs