Pre-emptive

What do you know about this?
Ever run the power grid?
What do you know about living dead?
Last trace of life just a skid mark fading
Another one hits the ground
Kill me quick or let me live
This machine won’t let me go
I’m attached to it, turn it off, turn it off
Mother Nature plots revenge
We better hit her with a pre-emptive strike
If there’s a hole in the sky, we can use it to escape
Is there a thought inside my head?
Is or not, it doesn’t matter to the victors
Rifles held above their heads
They would go for our throats
But there is nothing left to shutdown
Whatever you do, don’t
What do you know about this?
The sky a permanent gun-metal gray
We meet behind locked doors
No cameras to see our face
Another one hits the ground
Left cold with a mouthful of dust
We could escape if we stick together
If only there was «us»