The Final Dream

When all of your friends and your family has gone away.
There’s nothing in the world to keep you from the fray.
You slip out into the darkness into the heart of the night.
Into a place where no one knows; far away from fright.
When all the world is asleep, and there’s nothing left to say.
There’s nothing that surrounds you, nothing stands in the way.
From slipping beyond the bounds of life into the land of the dead.
Where all the toxic rivers flow into the seas of red.
But if I told you a story about the end of the world
where must of us would die!
With the guns and the bombs and the lava flows.
It’s the final suicide!
Oh you can’t see it coming, but it’s waiting there.
Oh that day is coming, you’ll see they’ll be no one left!
Nothing doing in the darkened streets when the clock strikes 3am.
Nothing is real and I cannot tell precisely who I am.
Snakes of fire breathing hell in the streets in the city of Los Angeles.
Earthquakes, floods, and the lava flows; better run it’ll rattle your brain to
this.
You can’t see it coming, but it’s waiting there.
Oh that day is coming, you’ll see they’ll be no one left!
Melting into a liquid state; your body is no more.
Adjusting to a new way of life; we’ve finally crossed the shore.
Oh can you feel it? We’re shooting through the stars!
Oh can you take it? We’ve become one with the stars!