the windshield is caked
with dust and decay
the air is harsh with sand and pollen
my skin is cracking in the fiery sun
and not a single drop has fallen

the Devil spins a dustbowl of sin, suffering and desperation
the crops are dying
and the children are crying
and still we lie to ourselves
about our dire situation

PRAY FOR RAIN
CLEANSE OUR PAIN
WASH THE FILTH AND DIRT AWAY
PRAY FOR RAIN
CLEAR THE STAINS FROM THE AIR
SO WE CAN BREATHE AGAIN

...is it enough yet, to change our decadent ways?
if mother earth is angry, we should listen to what she says

the fish keep dying out
from the lakes drying up
the wildfire situation worsens
our earth is hurting
as the world keeps on turning
and everything we know starts to burn

PRAY FOR RAIN
CLEANSE OUR PAIN
WASH THE FILTH AND DIRT AWAY
PRAY FOR RAIN
CLEAR THE STAINS FROM THE AIR
SO WE CAN BREATHE AGAIN

There shall be a feast
Vultures flying around
Picking on your brains
But no, that's just not enough for them
No, it's not enough

There shall be a feast
Jackals running around
Looking for carcass
But no, it's nowhere to be found
Nowhere to be found

There shall be a feast
People blab about
So many fears to be fed
And it's perfectly enough
Oh, perfectly enough

There shall be a feast
A monk thinking out loud
With no hunger and no guilt
He enjoys the sunlight
Shining on his veins

I wasn't ready
I didn't want it to end
But isn't that what anyone would say
After their own apocalypse?

I knew it was coming
So why didn't I do something?
It was like the little boy
Who cried wolf

Except there is no
Little boy Or Wolf
Just you and me
And you went your own way

So now I'm here
Broke in love
I was gambling
I thought it was a good risk

Silly me,
I bet it all
I gave you all I had
And now I'm left with none

Nothing
I feel empty
Like I'm hollow
Dying on the inside

Every second I'm alone
I'm one second closer to dying
Because now, thanks to you,
I am my own poison

I cry all night
Telling myself things
No one should ever hear
Destroying myself

Burning brighter than the sun
Only to burn out and ruin it all
To become a monster
After something thought beautiful

I never wanted to lose you
No, not yet
But you left me
So now here I am

Laying here alone
Literally shivering in fear
Crying silently in the night
And all because

I wasn't ready
I didn't want it to end
But isn't that what anyone would say
After their own apocalypse?

If the world were to end today,
I’d probably say to myself.
wow, looks like I only have 24 hours left in this world huh?
I’d spend the 1st half by grabbing my family members, give them the tightest hug I can give, and tell them that I love them, and thank them for everything. I’d probably apologize too.
And I’d probably start to shake, like a child craving for sugar.
All jittery, shaking from the thought, that I will only have 24 hours to figure out,
how to muster up the courage to tell you the things I’ve been wanting to say.
I’ve already done the math, and I’d be spending 2/3rds of my remaining time here, just getting to your house a midst the traffic.
and 3/4ths trying to bring you to the nearest mountain for us to watch the sunset, as the world crumbled away beneath us.

If the world were to end today.
I would grab my heart, whisper all the things I love about you,
seal it and then bury it into the depths of your existence.
In the hopes that when God is digging through the mine cave of your heart, he'll find it, and then open it like a time capsule, filled with all the things that we enjoyed, like cheese, long walks, spontaneous hangouts, and like our memories.
That when God opens it,
He’ll see a yellow sticky note, requesting Him to read it to you.
attached to a letter written in orange ink that I wrote specially for you.


If the world were to end today,
I’d like to get lost, In the spirals found in your eyes.
Your eyes is the number 1 thing in my list of favorite things.
Because they remind me of space, and galaxies that I would never ever get the chance to explore, knitted together by constellations that spell out your name.

And dear,
Our kiss will be like 2 galaxies colliding against each other,
Giving birth to a new galaxy.

But you know what, that got me thinking.
And I remember that when the big bang happened, or when a super nova happens.
That wasn't really the end of everything.
They all seem to signify a brand new start.
So I guess
The idea of the world ending, wouldn't bother me as much anymore.
Cause with us fading away,
Our molecules, atoms whatever we're composed of, will eventually find it's back to us.
And when that happens,
I'd be like a brand new star.
Because I know that i'd be able to see you again.
Like God saying again, "Let there be light." And there was light.

And for me that's like God saying again "Let there be you." And again there was you.

The rivers run red
Children are left unfed
Fed to wolves; jackyl$ & hydes.
Isis is watching, and big brother too,
But I implore to your core...
Please, broaden your view.
The last time man United in "peace"
We were scattered abroad.
Global communication ceased.
The earth itself groans;
At the weight of the sin of the world.
Soon;
the blood of the Martyrs,
Will be more than unfurled.

What strange memory serves this fate?
Why the silly sheep has lost its way?
In subterranean dungeon lies the secret,
Guarded by the wicked wolf, they say.
The Oracle of the high priest,
Along the testaments of old gods,
Has told the tale of an Apocalypse,
A due judgement against our odds.

The sulfurous land has grew a thorn,
Right in the sane hearts of men,
Like a wildfire in a scorched summer,
The lost sheep led to the lion's den.
Through these seasonal dark days,
The pristine shots of old Bourbon and the sour taste of a lemon squeeze,
Over the pages of a forgotten book,
Were now the ghost under cease.

For this old eyes has seen the waves,
That broke us down like a beach tree,
With nature bells once we played,
Now they became our arch enemy.
Through civilizations we pursued,
Shallow contemporaries and history,
We forged nuclear swords on wooden fields,
And reap the fruits of downhill misery.

We treasured the featherbrained ways to progress,
And recklessly stroke the beam of balance,
For we waged the song of disasters,
To now sing in this sulfurous silence.
As the blue water has turned to air,
The green leaves dyed themselves brown under drought,
The soil poisoned by the radioactive breeze,
And to our miseries, we all laughed, we all laughed.

So won't we plunder the right actions,
Course the way to a changing surface,
The secret of everlasting existence,
Lies in the red flames of the old furnace.

The sheep was rescued by mere chances,
For the lion was not yet born,
For this looming night is still to come,
As the world hangs on that silly thorn.