Three red lights in the dark sky

In my rearview mirror, the sun is going down. Sinking behind the bridges in the road. And I think of all the good things, that we have left undone. And I suffer premonitions, confirm suspicions of the holocaust to come.
The rusty wire that holds the cork, that keeps the anger in, gives way. And suddenly it's day again. The sun is in the east, even though the day is done. Two suns in the sunset. Hmmmm... could be the human race is run.
Like the moment when the brakes lock, and you slide towards the big truck "oh no!". You stretch frozen moments with your fear. And you'll never hear their voices "Daddy, Daddy!". And you'll never see their faces, you have no recourse to the law anymore.
And as the windshield melts, my tears evaporate, leaving only charcoal to defend. Finally I understand the feelings of the few. Ashes and diamonds. Foe and friend. We were all equal in the end.

Pink Floyd - Two suns in the sunset (The Final Cut)