That he was evil and wrong
His idealism led him astray
And his audience was gone
But what if he was right
Except at the edges
Or maybe someone
Or everyone
Needed him to be quiet
So we can bomb the spit
Out of everyone
Or anyone
So you can react in silence
Leaving your morals behind
So long as you win the game
And there might be a bomb
Leaving black rain
But let's keep it down
Hush, shhh, let's be happy
Ignore the shame
Just kill everyone
Don't worry again
Bombs are the answer
Truth is the cancer
“It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse." Ezra Pound
His idealism led him astray
And his audience was gone
But what if he was right
Except at the edges
Or maybe someone
Or everyone
Needed him to be quiet
So we can bomb the spit
Out of everyone
Or anyone
So you can react in silence
Leaving your morals behind
So long as you win the game
And there might be a bomb
Leaving black rain
But let's keep it down
Hush, shhh, let's be happy
Ignore the shame
Just kill everyone
Don't worry again
Bombs are the answer
Truth is the cancer
“It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse." Ezra Pound
