Post- Apocalypse

Wy'East is a waste of a mountain A perfectly good explosion Sitting just east of the Portland Metropolitan area Well, she's sleeping and dormant Just waiting for that perfect moment To send her hellfire raining down on Portland And if last year I was sad, this year I'm angry If last summer I was depressed, this summer I'm pissed If last time I was afraid, this time I'm ready For the flames and the rain and the pain of all of it Once I see this city on fire Only then will I have time to retire My hatred of their painted faces stained with shame and false euphoria And as the lava slowly crawls down Division Melts the Steel Bridge, St. Johns, and the Morrison Then I can go down with the rest of them fucking fooled by Portland And if last year I was sad, this year I'm angry If last summer I was depressed, now I'm fucking pissed If last time I was afraid, now I'm ready For the flaming rain and the pain that comes with it