Winter
Generations later can feel the heat in their bones
From testing nuclear weapons in Bikini Atoll
Then the media told them, that the reason was so
They could compete with the Soviets in terms of lethal explosions
And at least be alone, up in a league of their own
And keep our seat on the throne
And keep our feet on the throats
But thankfully Carl Sagan took a break from explaining
The inner angles of space to face, where we were aiming
And research the repercussions of mass production
Of weapons of mutually assured destruction
Then a certain faction of right-wing detractors
They got to Mr. Reagan and influenced the call
But what's the point of having or being or doing anything
If a single accident can ruin it all?
Not to mention the whole other dimension
Of how the climate's affected by what the Army was testing
Fallout from radioactive reactions
In the atmosphere for years after
Sheer disaster
So now the arc of history is even less clear to me
Cuz what should the body count of the Enola Gay really be?
But certain William Buckley conservatives act like murderers
Claiming they never heard of this science so they observe that it's lying
They assert that it's Zionist in a perfect alliance with
All their cursed defiance ask "what's the purpose of trying?"
And now here we're standing here 30 years removed
Still there's certain groups that act like it isn't proven
These fools, either they're fooling themselves or they're abusing
The system that keeps them well-groomed if others are losing
I'm saying, I'll be the first to acknowledge it
Man is destined to create his own apocalypse, so
Get that sh*t out of here like Andre Drummond
A calm day's coming before the storm my heartbeat's thumping
The harmful dumping carcinogens in our backyard
Until the entire community is sharing their scars
Under the stars at night or in the bars with a mic
Exclaiming "we need explaining for the hardship and plight!"
See the marble was right, we should've gone in search of the truth
Long before the curtains are cued
It's a mind-killing sort of a spine-chilling thought
It may be too cold for a person to move
From testing nuclear weapons in Bikini Atoll
Then the media told them, that the reason was so
They could compete with the Soviets in terms of lethal explosions
And at least be alone, up in a league of their own
And keep our seat on the throne
And keep our feet on the throats
But thankfully Carl Sagan took a break from explaining
The inner angles of space to face, where we were aiming
And research the repercussions of mass production
Of weapons of mutually assured destruction
Then a certain faction of right-wing detractors
They got to Mr. Reagan and influenced the call
But what's the point of having or being or doing anything
If a single accident can ruin it all?
Not to mention the whole other dimension
Of how the climate's affected by what the Army was testing
Fallout from radioactive reactions
In the atmosphere for years after
Sheer disaster
So now the arc of history is even less clear to me
Cuz what should the body count of the Enola Gay really be?
But certain William Buckley conservatives act like murderers
Claiming they never heard of this science so they observe that it's lying
They assert that it's Zionist in a perfect alliance with
All their cursed defiance ask "what's the purpose of trying?"
And now here we're standing here 30 years removed
Still there's certain groups that act like it isn't proven
These fools, either they're fooling themselves or they're abusing
The system that keeps them well-groomed if others are losing
I'm saying, I'll be the first to acknowledge it
Man is destined to create his own apocalypse, so
Get that sh*t out of here like Andre Drummond
A calm day's coming before the storm my heartbeat's thumping
The harmful dumping carcinogens in our backyard
Until the entire community is sharing their scars
Under the stars at night or in the bars with a mic
Exclaiming "we need explaining for the hardship and plight!"
See the marble was right, we should've gone in search of the truth
Long before the curtains are cued
It's a mind-killing sort of a spine-chilling thought
It may be too cold for a person to move
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