Omen

Something about the world today
Can make a boy feel a bit insane
Daffodils to acid rain
To Antichrist on a tidal wave

But that's alright, that's okay
I can look the other way
Upon a path of old primrose
Beyond the smoke and smoldering chrome

And the Pentagon and the fall of Rome
There lies a place I might call home
With a couple of sticks and a couple of stones
I'll dig a pit and lay my bone