Lest we forget the day
That the sky caved in,
And drowned the world in blood.
Petty differences once defined,
The slate wiped clean in the blink of an eye.

Who will lead us through the winter,
When there no one to point the finger?
Who will show us the way,
In this our post apocalyptic waste?

He walks the haunted plains,
Six billion unmarked graves .
A soulless bandit with no name,
Killing with grace
The hordes of mutated disgrace;
The wanderer of the wastes.

The number of lives was never established,
On the price tag of power.
Forced to the brink and back,
We live in a world long expired,
Breathe the air of annihilation.

Who will lead us through the winter,
When there is no one to point the finger?
Who will show us the way,
In this our post apocalyptic waste?

He walks the haunted plains,
Six billion unmarked graves.
A soulless bandit with no name,
Killing with grace
The hordes of mutant disgrace,
The wanderer of the wastes.

Wanderer of the waste;
What a fucking disgrace!




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