Uncle Slam

Eve Of The End

Uncle Slam


The air is still like Christmas eve 
There's not a soul on the strees 
All eyes have turned upon the stars 
A prayer is held with each new hour 
They kneel in fear 

The children lay and weep 
With every tear a moment passed 
Too soon this earth shall come to pass 
And all shall die including you 
There's no excusing you 
No escaping termination 
You start to sweat and shake 
Your hearts a rapid attack 
You visualize annihilation 

No time to right the wrongs 
Wake up it's time do die 

This night is black this night is calm 
This world's awaiting dawn 
The switch is thrown the rockets launched 
The world has peace the world is gone