S.O.S. -

This situation is getting grim

Is there another way out of here

Your taste for words

Is burning down doors

Is there any hope from here on out

Oh no

S.O.S

Not again

S.O.S

Your nuclear love

I don’t care

The time has come

To choose to melt the skies

Are we all hearing impaired

Pour the blankets over me

How I cannot stand this tragedy

Iron your uniforms

We will all put them on

Have we learned nothing from history