say everyone where s the love of yesteryear say everyone ebbing waves of death and fear alleviate morality and kill our every dream of hope visualize with hallucinogens and now who see must also grope the grapes of wrath the prime vintage of our future world leaders necromancers and masochists all contemplate our destinies but they all will soon fall with our greatest dance at the thermonuclear ball yet with all of this another wave just takes its place search for freedom and the world just slaps your face yet what we do from day to day all we ever do and say is take a look around and turn the other way 