Destroyer of Worlds - Burning Love

What thou hath wrought with these two hands,

the great undoing of every man

The toil of fourteen billion years snuffed out in a flash

They watched the birth with faith devout

They cut the cord and locked you out

She’s everybody’s baby now — and baby, it’s gonna crash.

A big bang that the gods could see.

The fix is in, the Prime Mover is out.

We don’t need your sun no more,

we’ve got 10 000 suns down here.

Prometheus in a downward slide,

Hiroshima’s sons want to know why

But they changed the locks & won’t take your calls

You can’t do these ghosts no good at all.

Now I Am Become Death

I had nine lives when I got to this town

and God only knows what it’s down to now

But spare the bomb and spoil the child

(I tried to take it back).

He drops his eyes and leans in tight

with words to echo all your nights.

At the first flash of the blinding lights, he says:

«We're all sons of bitches now.»

Always.

You’re a sinking sun.

You’re a setting sun.

The lucky one.