Look at yourselves, ye people

Fighting on like children

With crafts forgotten in your limbs

Why not turn your hands to them



Look at yourselves, ye nations

Warring on like hostiles 

With your world in your palms 

Don抰 you know this will never do



On a map this veer in the road 

I抎 like to see

This veer in the road:

The Uranium Century



Look at yourselves, ye beings

Stepping from branch to angel

With waxen wings t抴ard the sun

Saying, 揟his is the only way to fly.?BR> 

I抎 like to know which mushroom

It will be 

The lightning shows

The Uranium Century



Shadows of shadows on a wall

Is all I see

This star above the wall:

The Uranium Century