Book of Changes - Demon Head

Born with bad luck

The scales have been tipping one-sidedly

No turning it around

We’re shadowed by misery

The fortune that we had

Never gave for a place in the sun

Or measured up to life itself

Now we’re deemed the unredeemable

The weather is so delightful

But there is nothing to breathe

It’s a plague, the wickedness of man

Book of Changes is at hand

There’s a billion of chemical heaps

That are now not even corpses

Mad creatures with manic plans

Ruling the world are the white faces

The people live in a nightmare

You can see the tombstones in their eyes

Eaten out of their own skulls

They’re the slaves to hope’s demise

Some evil fate that’s in store

Oh the time truly is great

Hydrogen bombs falling like hail

We are so small