Book of Changes

Born with bad luck
The scales have been tipping one-sidedly
No turning it around
We're shadowed by misery

The fortune that we had
Never gave for a place in the sun
Or measured up to life itself
Now we're deemed the unredeemable

The weather is so delightful
But there is nothing to breathe
It's a plague, the wickedness of man
Book of Changes is at hand

There's a billion of chemical heaps
That are now not even corpses
Mad creatures with manic plans
Ruling the world are the white faces
The people live in a nightmare
You can see the tombstones in their eyes
Eaten out of their own skulls
They're the slaves to hope's demise

Some evil fate that's in store
Oh the time truly is great
Hydrogen bombs falling like hail
We are so small