Look at yourselves, ye people Fighting on like children With crafts forgotten in your limbs Why not turn your hands to them
Look at yourselves, ye nations Warring on like hostiles With your world in your palms Don't you know this will never do
On a map this veer in the road I'd like to see This veer in the road: The uranium century
Look at yourselves, ye beings Stepping from branch to angel With waxen wings t'ward the sun Saying, "this is the only way to fly.? br> I'd like to know which mushroom It will be The lightning shows The uranium century
Shadows of shadows on a wall Is all I see This star above the wall: The uranium century
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