In my rear-view mirror the sun is going down
Sinking behind bridges in the road
I think of all the good things, that we have left undone
And I suffer premonitions...
Confirm suspicions...
Of the holocaust to come
The rusty wire, that holds the cork, that keeps the anger in
Gives way, and suddenly, it's day again
The sun is in the east even though the day is done
Two suns in the sun-set
Hmmmmmmmm
Could be the human race is run
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