On the other end of rockets, the receiving end of fear grieving mothers clutch their lockets cry alone in their despair Through a thin white haze of wonder on a wanton sky of blue we hear the angry hiss of missiles and the dropping of the shoe We're living in a danger that gets darker by the day drifting further from forgiveness alone inside our passion play On the other end of rockets, more than a thousand miles away I see death and devastation a broken world in disarray Through a thin white haze of wonder we sail a sailors sky of red we hear the stony praise of martyrs marching through the streets of dread We're living in a danger that gets darker by the day drifting further from forgiveness alone inside our passion play On the other end of rockets, through the smell of burning flesh where revenge is forged in fire and fierce hatred is professed Through a thin white haze of wonder our screen slowly fades to black we see the folly and the blunder of a full-blown sneak attack We're living in a danger that gets darker by the day drifting further from forgiveness alone inside our passion play
