The cities are graveyards
The buildings are [bad word] The streets are deserted
The machines [bad word] They’re purpose for living
They’re forgotten makers
Have ceased to exist
The roads have grown stagnant
The lights have all died out
The death of a nation
The end of an era
The people are fading
Their bones turn to dust
And return to the ground
Madness and misery
Are my dark history
I replay those scenes
Over and over and over and over again
Turned on the radio
It’s no use there’s no one left
search for life now
Within the dead air
Turned on the radio
It’s no use there’s no one left
search for life now
Within the dead air
This earth has grown quiet
The memories are dying
The days lose their meaning
The stillness is frightening
There soon [bad word] soft rains
This world will find solace
Now that it’s been cleansed
Madness and misery
Are my dark history
I replay those scenes
Over and over and over and over again
Turned on the radio
It’s no use there’s no one left
search for life now
Within the dead air
Turned on the radio
It’s no use there’s no one left
search for life now
Within the dead air