Ending the century

To all you death squads on the march
and mercenaries shipping arms,
to all you wackos on the prowl
looking for ultraviolence:
Please try to tone it down-
you're pushing us to the end.

To all defenders of the State,
loyal servants of US, Inc.,
to all you lackeys in the labs,
perfecting holocaust:
Please try to tone it down-
you're pushing us to the edge.

Millennium madness is getting to you,
is tempting you to chaos.
Settle down till the zeros hit-
let's end the century gently.
Millennium madness is getting to you,
is tempting you to chaos.
My sweaty dreams divine
a flickering in human time.

I dreamt the place it all began:
Somewhere near Bethlehem,
there's something stirring in the sand.
As metal birds strafe the land,
the beast rears up in the heat:
a silo bears its teeth.