The killing revelation
 This life is made of numbers and time
 Still, we’re breathing after dawn
 If two and two were dancers
 Then, they would move across the floor
 Altogether, hand in hand
 Mother dear
 We worry, we worry, we worry
 Mother dear, we’ve lost control
 Look outside, we’re fighting
 We're fighting, we're fighting
 Mother dear, what shall we do?
 The killing generation
 Their lives abide by numbers and time
 Still, we’re breathing through the dawn
 If two and two were dancers
 Then, they would move across the floor
 Altogether, hand in hand
 Mother dear
 You’re sleeping, you're sleeping, you're sleeping
 Mother dear, open your eyes
 How to love?
 We're asking, we're asking, we're asking
 Mother dear, why are you here?