The world has come to an end.
Fire burns bright all around us
And smoke can be seen from so far away.
Everyone has turned on each other,
Violence seems like the only way.
Screams can be heard
From all around.
Screams of pain, but mostly despair.
I know our own are bound to join
The rest soon, probably sooner
Than we’d like.
But then again, this world was never
A kind one, even before it brought
Humanity to its knees.
So, before we burn with the world,
Before our screams join the rest,
Can you hold me one last time, darling,
And tell me everything’s going to be okay?