duminică, 11 martie 2012

War Inside

Post apocaliptic visions
World war III emerging from beyond the sea
Armies battle aimlessly
For what?

Pointless reasons
None at all
Nothing matters

Drift away
All corpses lie
Mass distruction

Damned be all those who admit
Life is something to be kept
To all those who struggle living
Nothing matters,life is wept

Reaching hands that beg for mercy
Collapsing under the rain of bullets
Bombs are flying overhead

Survival chances dropped to none
Radioactive fallout all around
Vaporized flesh scents in the air
Nothing left,just dead,dead,dead