DAWN PATROL                                                                   	  
(by D. Ellefson / D. Mustaine)

Thermal count is rising
in perpetual writhing,
the primordial ooze
and the sanity they lose.

Awakened in the morning,
to more air pollution warnings,
still we sleepwalk off to work,
while our nervous systems jerk.

Pretending not to notice
how history had forebode us,
with the green house in effect,
our environment was wrecked.

Now, I can only laugh,
as I read our epitaph:
"We end our lives as moles,
in the dark of dawn patrol"...