he streets have gone dark
They've been dark for days
We board up the house
Hide upstairs and wait
And wait
Just outside
We hear awful sounds
Cower in bed
And think of ourselves only
The last lights are all fire
We let the heat thrive
Panicked a week
Starved just as long
We're two signs of life
Our doors are marked
Desperate chants of
"Help [bad word] Help [bad word] Can't try to leave
Help [bad word] ..finally"
The last lights are all fire
Let the heat thrive
Turn the seas sour
Bleed the ground dry
I won't wait
You'll give up with me
No [bad word] And we rot in bed
No [bad word] And the boards stay up