pink and yellow lights litter up the countryside it's like fifteen million fireflies have eaten my eyes they call it paranoia but would you agree the gunpowder scent that salts the air is a little bit frightening i can't believe what i'm hearing can you believe what you're seeing can you believe you're seeing bombs dropping from the sky to fall asleep to their lullablies these shelters act as coffins here the metal untact the metal attack. i can't believe what i'm hearing do you believe what you're seeing do you believe you're seeing bombs are you listening why aren't you listening to those that would survive become a light for those who cannot shine make more of love and less of lies if this promise could be made good we wouldn't have to knock on wood you've inspired me i always knew you could