Shadows and Dust کے بول

And the ants go marching on Through the hills they sing their song For the good of the world they carry on But when the winter comes my darlings where will you go? I built a little shelter for your hearts in my backyard. Man kills man Man kills god Man kills everything that he can get his hands on Governments are planning their next bombing masquerade Who will do it first and when they do who will get paid Man kills man Man kills god Man kills everything that he can get his hands on Perhaps a single word before the sun begins to rust… Are we just shadows and dust?