Lest we forget scorched earth policies   Of megaton and hydrogen   And taut muscle of an armory that flexes   To show the world we mean business      It's all smiles and handshakes   But who moves to disarm?      We've cheapened time and evolution   To be violently erased is non-fiction   Those summits and peace treaties   Are just worthless words      It's all smiles and handshakes   But who moves to disarm?      Radium, uranium   One more isotope to add the collection   The age of outrage   Has been reasoned into submission      And cries for peace are no longer in fashion   I wonder if we'll see the point through cataracted eyes   Or draw breath from irradiated lungs   And sigh as we exit times seven