Airstrike

After the airstrike, in awe of ours we drew a line
Borders were in sight, of the earth but out of time
But we never could buy enough of ours to make it right
The evil that’s inside all of us, is it infinite?
‘Cos now the line’s all gone
In awe of ours we drew the sun
And now the news got out
In awe of ours the lamps came down
Where’d the news get found?
Above the sky, below the ground
Where’d the news get found?
Above the sky, below the ground
And now the lines all gone
In awe of ours we drew the sun
And now the news got out
In awe of ours…