WTF!

I see the writings on the wall I see no rising sun

For all of the victims I see nuclear arms

I see the streets we grew up on, what the fuck have they become

And I've been dreaming about someone, someone who's not been around

For so long, for so long

Because it's getting cold for me to come home

And I see you walking down that road, I'm getting cold and losing control

I see a picture on a wall of a rising sun, in all of the system I see no clear charm

I see the streets we grew up on, we were young and wanted out

And I've been dreaming about someone, someone who's not been around

For so long, for so long

Because it's getting old to have any hope, and I see you walking down my road

You're getting old and losing control

The writings on the wall, the writings on the wall, the writings on the wall

The writings on the wall, the writings on the wall, the writings on the wall

The writings on the wall, oh