Eve of Destruction

The streets are all empty with no one to roam Nobody is knocking, and there’s no one at home All the soft comforts have turned into stone An empty can rattles amongst mountains of bones How could they have known they were on the eve of destruction? Never any winners in the games that they played Binding no mercy in the gods they portrayed Their hearts became empty, alone and afraid Standing for nothing, their purpose decayed Their bed had been made, they were on the eve of destruction Brandishing axes, chopping down trees To carve out the ark now adrift on the seas But it’s sails remain empty, they capture no breeze Millions of people asleep on their knees Refusing to see, they were on the eve of destruction The pyres were assembled and soon set to flame To Burn all the witches they had chosen to blame Shouting in anger their pride knew no shame Reducing to ashes what they could not tame It’s always the same, upon the eve of destruction How could they know they were on the eve of destruction No seed left to sow, they were on the eve of destruction Someone to blame upon the eve of destruction It’s always the same upon the eve of destruction