a lonely teenage daydream of things that i might have been a surreal kind of thinking keeps drifting in on me the remington electric i'm banging on its keys the words appear before me their meaning's guaranteed a foreboding gloom upon us of death ribbons and bows a gift to our generation from the men who have gone before my twisted body is lifeless not so their twisted minds peace through power is their motto power through peace is their crime a sadistic smile spreads across my face amid my mournful wail for although they killed a world their fate was also sealed