Where We're Going

Don't you know With where we're going Our lungs will implode In the next few years or so We cover the world In thick, black smoke And every soul Will suffocate and Choke Oh no We're all scared Oh no It's unfair And crops will die And so will I And every eye Will say goodbye to the light Why don't we try To stop melting the sky So birds can finally fly So life can somehow survive Oh no We're all doomed Oh no Too soon Oh, I see it Over the rising horizon We'll never ever win There is so much sin More than there has ever been The bleeding bliss And hushful hiss And cunning kiss Of unconsciousness The core is crumbling The rocks are ringing The cracks are creaking And we are all just waiting Oh no Oh no Gradually approaching The apocalypse We will all erase Off the list Gradually approaching The apocalypse Not a single trace Of that or this Gradually approaching The apocalypse Gradually approaching The apocalypse Gradually approaching The apocalypse Nothing left to chase Keep, or miss Gradually approaching The apocalypse Maybe one more taste One last kiss