This afternoon
Thunderheads loom
Let go of your weather balloon

Certain doom
Of one more mission out and over to the moon
Overflow that way soon

If all we fought for was senseless laws
We gave up like weaklings, who long ago lost their god
Impossible odds, but comparatively they're really not
There will always be parts and pieces of us under and in rocks

We often are
Childish in many ways and just like children
Purposelessly behaved
But somewhere else
This will all be erased and then nowhere
Taking on a somewhere shape

If all we fought for was senseless laws
We gave up like weaklings, who long ago lost their god
Impossible odds, but comparatively they're really not
There will always be parts and pieces of us under and in rocks