The killing revelation This life is made of numbers and lines Still we're breathing after dawn If two and two were dancers Then they would move across the floor Altogether, hand in hand Mother dear We worry, We worry Mother dear We've lost control Look outside We're fighting Mother dear what shall we do? The killing generation Their lives abide by numbers and time Still we're breathing through the dawn If two and two were dancers Then they would move across the floor Altogether, hand in hand Mother dear You're sleeping Mother dear Open you're eyes How to love? We are asking Mother dear Why are we here?