#1
Thinking, not afraid
To forge a new path
And I can't cave cause somewhere
Somebody is being made
Into a human bomb,
Where did love go wrong?
How do we explain
The loss of thousands of lives?

Without the morning sun
There's no room for tomorrow
Slipping through our hands
Somewhere, the sands of time
And the hourglass runs empty
Somewhere isn't good enough
To survive
#2
I enjoyed it. I think the vagueness actually helps the meaning of the song. Well, the meaning I took from it. I liked the use of "sands of time." Very relevant.
One thing I would work on is the third line in the first stanza. "Cause" doesn't fit language wise (probably because it's not correct). I'd change that.
BEWARE THE BANANA ARMY.

I SAY, I SAY, BEWARE THE BANANA ARMY.

They say when they finally attack, all the impostors will peel themselves. In order to tell if you have been assimilated, check for a zipper somewhere near your pelvis.