The sky is black   The ground is red   The streets of hate   Are charred and dead   The war stand out   Against the sky   And crowds appear   To wonder why   The morning after   We ask for right questions   The morning after   We make the suggestions   We've gotta make changes   When I'm going to wait   But the morning after is too late   The shell that's left is still a cage   The flames have not consumed the rage   And men who souls are trapped and slumped   Will wait until the next time comes   The morning after   We ask for right questions   The morning after   We make the suggestions   We gotta make changes   When I'm going to wait   But the morning after   Is too late...