I made a statue of myself to prove that I was here
I wrote a book, when it was done everyone had disappeared
I had a wife who took her life because she knew we were the last
Saw the end of everything when we witnessed the collapse of the world
We ventured out onto the earth that had been frozen stiff
After weeks inside the shelter where the two of us had hid
The only sounds had been the storm
Even the radio was dead
Saw the earth had been transformed
We fled into the oubliette
From the worms in the sky
Our forefathers forsake us to die
Where the streets have no name
When there is no one left to see the signs
Hidden beneath the Ice
The sky is full of tornadoes
By now it's too late to undo what we did
The ocean is frozen forever
We both had front row seats to the apocalypse
Our forefathers forsake us to die
Where the streets have no name
When there is no one left to see the signs
Hidden beneath the Ice-niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine
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