The weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
There's nowhere to go
Nowhere to run
You're the dead they're bringing out

It's an apocalyptic utopia
Built with warnings of war
Glossed over with lies and contempt
Shrugging shoulders
Rolling eyes
Broken promises
And starving people

It all disappears with the flash
Skin falls to the ground
Sizzling
Burning
Disintegrating

We're all grease spots and shadows
Permanently painted on a page of crumbling concrete
No feet to run away
The warning call drowned out by selfishness
Frowned on by paper tigers

Then we're the glass
We're the ******* parking lot
We're the ****** ones
I paint a ***** picture, kids

I know you're rolling your eyes
And that's okay
They'll be dust soon too
The Walking Dead will be everyone else

Man!  What a way to ruin the day, eh?
What a way to sour the mood!
But I'm not laughing.
No!

I'm sad
Your so stuck in trying to stick out
You're so ****** with your history
You can't help but trip over your own feet.

You're shadows on a wall
Just as shallow
As you are fallow

I just hope the next group doesn't **** it all away
Like you
Like all the others do

I watch it time and time again
I have little hope in God's children.
Enjoy the taste of metal in your mouths again...