It's funny, now, how weak we were
When life was all flat, open turf
but now the roads are cracked and bloody
No one's safe, not anybody
Windows, cracked, let in the stench
Of decomposing, painful death
And now I think, just years ago
I walked those fresh-smelling asphalt roads
And whined of all my puny struggles
But that was before they ate my mother
Brutal killings, bodies scattered
No one asked me "what's the matter?"
Pathetic lies were all they said
"The apocalypse is in your head"