Hell fire, and waste covers the ground
Its been years since any thing has grown.
And I haven't seen many around
In a few more years I'll be old.

Broken Glass and hot ember, smoke to thick to breathe
walk through it all to find the door, just to see you've forgotten the key.

Back to the drawing bored back to decision
Or in decision tonight.

I want you to live I want you to grow
But this is only YOUR fight.