The long corridor of the shelter accuse me, and waves of solitude overwhelm me
I just wanted a decent death, without shirking our inevitable end.
I don't want to be the last, condemned to haunt this scorched earth.
Irony of fate. Our existence here is futile and narrow is our perception.
Our end will have no impact.
Finally, what have we change ? From big bang, nothing new.
Nothing lost, nothing gained. Nothing lost, nothing gained. We die alone.
Grey Leviathan blinds the sky, reducing humanity to dust.
Our future is dead. Forever nailed to obscurity.
I lay down, close my eyes, feel that burning liquid through my veins.
I'm leaving this place, accepting my own apocalypse.
Grey Leviathan blinds the sky, reducing humanity to dust.
I accept my own apocalypse. This day is black.
