Look at yourselves, ye peopleFighting on like childrenWith crafts forgotten in your limbsWhy not turn your hands to them
Look at yourselves, ye nationsWarring on like hostilesWith your world in your palmsDon't you know this will never do
On a map this veer in the roadI'd like to seeThis veer in the road:The uranium century
Look at yourselves, ye beingsStepping from branch to angelWith waxen wings t'ward the sunSaying, "this is the only way to fly.? br>I'd like to know which mushroomIt will beThe lightning showsThe uranium century
Shadows of shadows on a wallIs all I seeThis star above the wall:The uranium century
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