Big Sky Theory

Say it once Today Let the weight Drop dead Well I should… Wonder why Don’t dare Let your grief Away Well I could invite you all in this war… Arms control A waste Just a wreck No spare Let it fold… So refuse To die Broken clouds The end is nigh Well we could invite you all in this war… This end won’t justify the means The truth has been a little bent Your men will turn into machines Is that the letter of intent? And still we march right into war Like serpents trying to feel the warmth And soon it all will just implode This nuclear storm will leave you cold… This end won’t justify the means The truth has been a little bent Your men will turn into machines Is that the letter of intent?