on that day, they'll tell you that life hummed on with no clue the warning signs were all dismissed or shouted down so it goes the kings all failed to tell us the madmen failed to sell us on what would then become the only life we know were they burning signal fires to guide us to the fields? or building funeral pyres? the outcome of a final appeal the city lines are down the kerosene's run out the fracturing of all we relied upon lets shed this unclean skin and start to feel again because all the shoulders on which to cry are gone the paranoia gripped us the rain turned engines to rust the panic set in like a cancer to our hearts spreading through we bet on finite genius or prayed for gods to save us but there was no antidote disease tore us apart we left bodies in the fields so numb that we forgot how to feel the city lines are down the kerosene's run out the fracturing of all we relied upon lets shed this unclean skin and start to feel again because all the shoulders on which to cry are gone he looked at the fields and then his hands, "All i need is what i have." then shed a tear of happiness she watched the world crumble away "is this the end of yesterday?" "Lord, I hope so," is all he said gone are the old guards gone are the cold, cold wars weightless we go forth on wings of amnesty the city lines are down the kerosene's run out the fracturing of all we relied upon lets shed this unclean skin and start to feel again there are no shoulders shoulders to cry on now no more no more the weight that we once felt is gone