Man-made stars on Earth Turn solid matter to dust It threats power of gods to men Men of only political integrity Only an uneasy imbalance remains Between truce and mass eradication For now our balance is sustained By mere threads of circumstance Let them ignite Bring to our knees Will cease to be Kill what they see 2053 2053 Will the next one bring us to our knees? Will the next one help us cease to be? 2053 We play with the heat of the Sun We toy with the fire like a curious child Curiosity that has built so much Has built a means to destroy it all The cold stand off has worn at the trigger Stand down and fall Instigators who lie in waiting Of that all nations can be sure We play with the heat of the Sun Turn solid matter to dust