They say the sky used to be blue

I don't quite believe it.

It's probably always been

the color that it is.

And there were cotton candy clouds.

And birds to fly through it.

Just stories we all love to tell our kids.



So I'll close my electronic door

And keep the cold outside.

And hug my aluminium pillow so tight.

And pray the radiation

doesn't make me sick tonight.



No more sky and no more trees.

April 2031

No more oxygen to breathe.

April 2031

No more hate and no more war.

April 2031

Nothing left worth fighting for.

April 2031.



They say there used to be a wind

that wasn't caused by fans

I wonder how it would have felt in my hair

And the nuclear ring

around the moon was caused by man

if it was, then it's much too late to care



So I'll put my safety goggles on

and gaze out at the sun

as the artificial atmostphere machines

give off a constant hum

in a world that's cold and peaceful, april 2031



No more sky and no more trees.

April 2031

No more oxygen to breathe.

April 2031

No more hate and no more war.

April 2031

Nothing left worth fighting for.

April 2031.



As far back as Veitnam,

we should have learned our lesson.

But we closed our eyes

and sent our sons away.

And they told us we were winning

as they sold more ammunition.

Some were angry,

most just looked the other way.



And the night's illuminated

by the endless glowing sand

that swallowed all the oceans

and choked off all the land.

In a world beyond resuscitation

Even by God's hand



No more mountains no more sea

April 2031

No more you and no more me

April 2031-a