The sky is black

The ground is red

The streets of hate

Are charred and dead

The war stand out

Against the sky

And crowds appear

To wonder why

The morning after

We ask for right questions

The morning after

We make the suggestions

We've gotta make changes

When i'm going to wait

But the morning after is too late

The shell that's left is still a cage

The flames have not consumed the rage

And men who souls are trapped and slumped

Will wait until the next time comes

The morning after

We ask for right questions

The morning after

We make the suggestions

We gotta make changes

When i'm going to wait

But the morning after

Is too late...