(Concept: In a predetermined meeting, our hero is warned of Earth's immanent destruction. Meanwhile, war is declared and the first nuclear rocket is launched
He's alone and old. Now his heart is in the ground. (Oh) I could have helped a brother. Convinced I worked not nearly enough. Let this be my lesson to
Hello how are you dear? Work was long and tiring. I hear they started mobilizing for the war... Missiles bombs and soldiers, prepare for detonation We
My parents lounge in the TV room. Paying excellent attention to This obviously captivating, new hit show on channel five. They burn money like America
"Dream sweet!" she says, Hangs up the phone. I pause to take it all in. I think she loves me, oh. I could hear it in her voice. Oh. Oh how I long, Long
She grew up fast in a southern town A beautiful blond from a Baptist home Now when I hear about her Mom's got tears, How a child can be swept away with
(Concept: The Wiseman's thoughts on Earth's depleting beauty and arrogant leadership.) This hole is my home, It's far underground. I hide from the world
Today you spoke in to my life and wrote A new chapter to be read A new pathway up ahead That promises some pain But I know this hurt will lead Me to find
(Concept: The lonely hero) Look at me, an awful mess. I try to breathe but I must confess. They say that I'm seeing the world when I'm here at home.
(Concept: The weary hero loses hope.) All is lost. All is black. The world we knew it won't come back Building our cities to the sky And down they come
Pause for just a moment. Take a breather at the top of your hill. Peer down the road of your life Wonderful Treasures you call your own. It's easier,
(Concept: Concerning mankind's rapid growth in population) Malthus I sing this for you For we've raped this soil of all it has to give Will we turn
a??Now we're leavinga??, Father says. Our world's falling through, and the fire spreads quickly. All I hear, all I know is the bombs, and the screams
The breath of empty space consumes a shallow world. The Lonely Forest tells the story of the Godless glory. Tonight we bury God. Do you feel it in the
Turn the fan to level three, place yourself parallel, cool off and clench your fists. Stare out the fogged up window, it's rather dark outside, but
Nice suits and black shoes, everyone is cryin. Now I think it's my time to slip away. How I loathe this feeling. On top of all the dying I think I need
(Concept: Our hero's last thoughts before teleporting through Cygnus X-1) Never a day here in space goes by When I'm not thinking of those we left behind
The scientist told me when I stopped by his house That my heart is an organ, pumping my blood. That love is a chemical reaction in my head And that when