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End of Times

This song was created for Game of Bands round 126 : "80's Science Fiction"

Lyrics:

Silence is sound
In this empty space bar
It's either LED cold or black
We drink gin as we spin
Wildly through space
And we'll never get to go back

Category 5 became infinite twister
The rain moving against the wind
We knew it would happen
But we thought we had more time
No one knows their way around
And I'll never again touch ground

I'm stuck here with these cyborg creeps
Who never climbed a mountain
Have never been to sleep
Now I'm the same as them
Never get to feel the sun on my skin
And I'll never be in your arms again

A month of Saturdays
With no sunshine
A year of evenings with no laughter or wine
It's always this way on the dark side of the mind
I can see the boom but can't hear it
I can taste the freeze but can't feel it
It's way past the end of time


If I could go back to the night of that flight
I might choose to die with you
We heard the boom
Now the world is a tomb
10 billion dead
There is no more future
Only past

The castaways in the final stage
Use drugs for food and lasers for pain
We used to dream of outer space
Now we dream of warm, safe place
Like back home at Mohawk Green

A month of Saturdays
With no sunshine
A year of evenings with no laughter or wine
It's always this way on the dark side of the mind
I can see the boom but can't hear it
I can taste the freeze but can't feel it
It's way past the end of time
[Exit]

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