the morning after

Lyrics

the sky is black, the ground is red, the streets of hate, are charred and dead, the war stand out, against the sky, and crowds appear, to wonder why, the morning after, we ask for right questions, the morning after, we make the suggestions, we've gotta make changes, when i'm going to wait, but the morning after is too late, the shell that's left is still a cage, the flames have not consumed the rage, and men who souls are trapped and slumped, will wait until the next time comes, the morning after, we ask for right questions, the morning after, we make the suggestions, we gotta make changes, when i'm going to wait, but the morning after, is too late.