The Future

Vomito Negro

Compositor: Vomito Negro

Why ask me why, how ask me how.
People walk, people talk.
People lie, people die.
Children pray, in the newborn sun.
A nuclear sun, a nuclear gun.
Walls are broken, roads are open.
The water pays, when the water takes.
The chain is broken, the future wide open.
The city cries, when the city dies.