To all you death squads on the march   and mercenaries shipping arms,   to all you wackos on the prowl   looking for ultraviolence:   Please try to tone it down–   you’re pushing us to the end.      To all defenders of the State,   loyal servants of US, Inc.,   to all you lackeys in the labs,   perfecting holocaust:   Please try to tone it down–   you’re pushing us to the edge.      Millennium madness is getting to you,   is tempting you to chaos.   Settle down till the zeros hit–   let’s end the century gently.   Millennium madness is getting to you,   is tempting you to chaos.   My sweaty dreams divine   a flickering in human time.      I dreamt the place it all began:   Somewhere near Bethlehem,   there’s something stirring in the sand.   As metal birds strafe the land,   the beast rears up in the heat:   a silo bears its teeth.