Testo Morning After

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...