(Longobardi, VanWar) Somehow I always knew It would end up this way I tried to warn them But they just turned their heads the other way When greed and power take control One man cannot speak his piece Yet it only takes one hand To bring all to a blackened halt. In the filth and despair far beneath Where I have only to answer myself No longer is there any beauty My memories slowly decay. Above I hear the screams of those Who're slowly dying but they chose To remain and give up the teachings Their fathers burdened for years. When I sleep I see a dream The shadow of a rose burned to the earth For I grow old and the lines on my face Bare the history of this hell. My breath grows short as I return And pray that someone will remember My flesh and bones turn to dust And sacrifice myself to the world To belong to the world. Here come the mob Riding out of the sunset in their horses of steel Terrorizing the cities And bringing torture to those who still feel Raping and Stealing Taking it out on the old and weak Blame it on blasphemy and foolish bigotry When man contradicts his own sorry lies. Living in the shadows Of the nuclear dawn the punks begin to fight With chains and armor They attack the streets to live another night They k** for drink The tomorrow's gold is scarce among this barren wasteland. Even the tears Are scarce among the atomic generation. These are the laws of the children in fear And a scarred memory of those who picked The petals of the