My teardrops are falling.
People on sidewalks are running.
And we're still standing here.
It's a post-apocalyptic nightmare.
I don't believe it one bit.
All the questions around me.
Am I being decieved?
How are we safe?
How are we okay?
I keep my eyes on the water.
And hope not shudder.
Or say one single thing.
Where are you now?
I've already lost all hope.
I thought you were to save me but nope.
You were all along the evil guy I was hoping you'd not be.
Now I'm standing alone.
Looking for a place to hide.
Thinking about how not to be discovered.
I wish I stood my ground and not let everyone corrupt you.
After all, maybe you'd be my savior.
Oh Jesus Christ, how must I keep this charde.
I'm dying alone.
Now keep the record playing.