Burt Rutan

Split the blackened sky, open flood gates wide With just one little cry you open up your eyes We live like whores We're killing dreams for little boys and little girls It's our nation, we were living for the day On our way to devastation in the fires we play Awakes the frozen souls, burn the idol bulls Our lips pressed to the coal, a glowing cinder makes us whole We wash our hands Of all the blood from innocence that we have shed