Hygiene Armageddon

Glasses on the floor like shattered dreams Confetti rains down in silent screams Streamers tangled up like twisted fates Party's over now clean-up can't wait Lost a sock in the twilight glow Beer cans stacked high as mountains grow Pizza crusts like ancient ruins stand In this wreckage let's make our last stand It's a squeaky clean apocalypse Brooms and mops are our eclipse Sweep away the chaos left behind In the end we'll find what we can find Dust devils swirl as memories fade Vacuum the echoes of the parade Gathering fragments stitching the seams Clearing away the debris of dreams Battle with stains like a midnight war Scrub the sins right off the floor Wash away the chaos and the grime Rebuilding peace one wipe at a time It's a squeaky clean apocalypse Brooms and mops are our eclipse Sweep away the chaos left behind In the end we'll find what we can find