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Rusted signs along the highway
Swing all night in toxic wind
Broken glass across the asphalt
Reminding us how this all ended

We sleep inside abandoned trucks
Cars stripped for scraps and fuel
Fires burn inside barrels
Smoke seeps through ruined roofs

Ash falls down like dirty snow
Blackens our skin and clothes
We breathe smoke from the fires
We endure----Inside this living hell

Black sky
Red flame
This world ain't dying
It's already dead

No gods
No kings
Trapped in a world where
Strength rules
Strength rules

We walk through dead intersections
Broken traffic lights sway in the wind
Every store empty, picked to pieces
Nothing useful left behind

We hear voices on the radio
Desperate people begging for help
Asking if anyone's alive
They need food and supplies

Black sky
Red flame
This world ain't dying
It's already dead

No gods
No kings
Trapped in a world where
Strength rules
Strength rules

The horizon glows bright red
Smoke rises in the distance
We sit silent by a campfire
The sound of gunshots echoes far away

Daylight fades out of our sight
Dim yellow moon burns in the sky
No sleep til the campfire burns out
This is our life----Until we die


Black sky
Red flame
This world ain't dying
It's already dead

No gods
No kings
Trapped in a world where
Strength rules
Strength rules