Quick, grab an umbrella
it's time to die fella
can't you see? It's raining dust
no one left to trust
shadows burned into the wall
waiting on the last bomb to fall
Dust falling on the playground
burying the youth without a sound
killing to prove a point
no time to waste, just roll another joint
Are those airplanes I hear?
Is that the shadow of death drawing near?
Does it even matter to you?
Tell me Mr. Senator, are you okay?
I'm sure your fine, in your lovely hideaway.
keep on selling them our information
giving them the keys to our nation
burn it to the ground
destroying our future without a sound.
Dust blowing in the air
when you kill everyone, there's no one to care
hold yourself down, and remain free
it's fine, just keep killing people like me.
Dust blowing through our seas
all I see now are the floating bodies
of the ones who said no,
dust blowing through, time to go.
Fire from the skies
cannot erase the lies
nor can it kill all the things you despise
make it, make it strong
taking far too long
get it over with, you know you want to
dust in our eyes, finally something true.
Dust on the table
the American dream was just a fable
when the Shepards become unstable
the sheep become unable
to sit idly by
while you watch as we go to die