Zvers

I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate.
And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.

We do what me must, because we can,
for the good of all of us, except the ones who are dead.
But theres no sence crying over every mistake,
you just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the science gets done, and you make a neat gun,
for the people who are still alive.