Big  Sky  Theory  -  Dozer

Say  it  once*

Today

Let  the  weight

Drop  dead

Well  I  should...

Wonder  why

Don't  dare

Let  your  grief

Away

Well  I  could  invite  you  all  in  this  war...

Arms  control

A  waste

Just  a  wreck

No  spare

Let  it  fold...

So  refuse

To  die

Broken  clouds

The  end  is  nigh

Well  we  could  invite  you  all  in  this  war...

This  end  won't  justify  the  means

The  truth  has  been  a  little  bent

Your  men  will  turn  into  machines

Is  that  the  letter  of  intent?

And  still  we  march  right  into  war

Like  serpents  trying  to  feel  warmth

And  soon  it  all  will  just  implode

This  nuclear  storm  will  leave  you  cold...