(Almost fourty-eight hours have passed since the fall of an atomic bomb, and an attack upon the cities of man. And even now we are only beginning to see the aftermath of a massive display of destruction and power, that has uprooted our fresh outset of peace in civilised society. Despite the rubble, there is a predominant sense of wonder and marvel at the awesome nature of this technological terminus that has bewildered the very core of the human psyche.)

Sometimes at night I let it get to me

And sometimes I'm sure it gets to all of us

And last night it had me down, I'm feeling numb

I can try, but sometimes that is not enough

No, sometimes that is not enough

-no, sometimes that is not enough

And stop calling me out, we're never going to

Put the pieces back together if you won't let me get better

And stop digging it up or we're never gonna see it all in bloom

And thinking back upon those days

Way way back when I was young

I was such a little shit 'cause I was always on the run

Well, you know just what they say

That "just like father then like son"

Don't delude me with your sympathy

'Cause I can do this on my own

And this won't be the last time

That I break down and wanna crawl to bed

'Cause the truth is you're the only voice I wanna hear in my head

So, stop calling me out, we're never going to

Put the pieces back together if you won't let me get better

And stop digging it up or we're never gonna see it all in bloom

And stop calling me out, we're never going to

Put the pieces back together if you won't let me get better

And stop digging it up or we're never gonna see it all in bloom

All in bloom, all in bloom