A small speck in the false void,
It won't end with a bang but a whimper.
Choking on the sands on time.
The false start in the garden
Wound the clock by splitting the adam.
The wheels set into motion.
The first of the last
Became a billion crawling ants.
Swarming over the anthill.
A serpent devouring its tail
Teeth finally buried in the back of its skull
An equation that adds to nothing....
And it's coming!
An old beast slouches off to be born.
It won't end with a bang but a ROAR!
Burn! Burn!
Sand blasted to glass.
Doomsday at last.
Every Nation.
Every Home.
The volumes of history the victorious wrote,
Each page an elaborate suicide note.
I'm bored of the wars that the dead claim to have won.
Open the silos, Satan says this must be done.
Burn! Burn!
Sand blasted to glass.
Doomsday at last.
Every heart.
Every soul.
Blasted to Glass!
Doomsday!
Every Nation.
Every Home.
