Concrete turns moisture

Deflated tankers

Liquid steelyards

All angles collapse



And it fits into a circle that starts to revolve

From Hoover Dam to Dnyeproges all structures dissolve



ON THE CANVAS OF HISTORY

GREASY HANDS ON THE CANVAS OF HISTORY

WHEN WE HAVEN'T NOTHING UP AHEAD

BY THE GLIMMERING OF MYTHS

THE LOSERS ARE LEAD



Swirling railroads

Slackening aircrafts

And all missiles are launched

To celebrate the old days

And it fits into a box that locks without a key

That shrinks and implodes and ceases to be



ON THE CANVAS OF HISTORY...etc.



ON THE CANVAS OF FUTURE

BUY AN AD ON THE CANVAS OF FUTURE

PANIC-STRICKEN BY

THE SEARCH-LIGHTS OF FUTURE

THEY WILL CROUCH IN FEAR

AND THEN BE LEAD AWAY



Thanking you for being put to sleep

And that's why future's fascism will be friendly