Neon Lady

I see a Neon Lady, green rain from the clouds. Yet she is pure evil, this engraved upon her crown. Six hundred million people, into dust on scorched ground. I see a Neon Lady, green rain from the clouds. I see a Neon Man, bad rain from the clouds. He's draped in red linen, his evil death shroud. He stands with a sickle, Raving madly out loud. I see a Neon Man, bad rain from the cloud's. I see the Ukraine, where Patriots are falling. I see many nations, are waiting or talking. The Earth turmoils in flames, while millions are squalling. I feel winds of change, And Hear Freedom Calling.