God Bless You All With Peace, Tranquility

I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children.

We Sit Here Stranded, Though We're All Doin' Our Best To Deny It

She Had Bullets In Her Eyes And They Fired.

If My Thought-dreams Could Be Seen/ They'd Probably Put My Head In A Guillotine.

I Don't Need Your Organization, I've Moved Your Mountains And I've Marked You Cards, But Eden Is Burning. You Better Get Ready For Elimination Or Else Your Hearts Must Have The Courage Of The Changing Of The Guard.