Miasma

Masking cloak of death Chlorine brings the end Upright husks of trees Scoured across the land Fire in the distance Machine guns make their sound The fog draws ever closer Stay off the ground Choke, Choke on Miasma Feel the smoke crawl down your lungs How I ended up here Ghosts only know Evil cloud draws nearer Masks only for show Cannons make their fire They march to their drums Fog upon me now Acid burns my lungs Choke, Choke on Miasma Feel the smoke dissolve your lungs Croak, Croak out your asthma Yellow cloak, scours the land Choke Choke Choke