The Doomsday Machine
Disintegrating everything under the sun,
Just take a look at you,
The illusion that we are free,
Spilled my ice tea on the floor,
At least we’re still all alive
Civilization transformed into charred sticks,
Do I hear a confession?
To my own funeral I hope I’m late,
Those beloved children of mine,
Lord, give me a sign tell me when,
All God’s children go to heaven.