In this dream, a dying fawn, in this terrible heat of seam.
The mountains gone, the fountains without cool or gleam.
Atomic falling, I could not run, nowhere safe, no more fun.
Hot, searing feet, our skin melting, from an angry alien sun.
I say no, to horror, this screaming thing, this hellish theme.
I feel love, power to sing, to move, to ride, a beautiful beam.
My toiling tears, raining river, dam of sorrow, weight of ton.
I judge this, to give my solution a chance, do lower your gun.
The mountains gone, the fountains without cool or gleam.
Atomic falling, I could not run, nowhere safe, no more fun.
Hot, searing feet, our skin melting, from an angry alien sun.
I say no, to horror, this screaming thing, this hellish theme.
I feel love, power to sing, to move, to ride, a beautiful beam.
My toiling tears, raining river, dam of sorrow, weight of ton.
I judge this, to give my solution a chance, do lower your gun.