The End

Cool and collected, he walks on unprotected

With each step he takes, another fire wakes

He looks to his right, as the missiles take flight

He looks to his left, but there’s nothing left

He lights up a smoke and takes in this cruel joke

With wreckage around, there are few to be found

Amidst the commotion, he walks in slow motion

He looks to his left, but there’s nothing left

He enters her sight, as day turns to night

And he walks along, just trying to stay strong

The buildings are falling, she trapped and she’s calling

He looks to his left, but there’s nothing left

For help she yells, as the ash clouds swell

The sky’s raining fire, as he loses desire

The world’s coming to a close, and this he knows

He looks to his left, but there’s nothing left

He ought to be dead, but still there’re thoughts in his head

Wandering aimlessly, he awaits the end patiently

There’s nothing he can say, it’s all fading away

He looks to his left, but there’s nothing left

It’s then that he sees her, in a state of great danger

As he hurries to her support, she offers a retort

“Save yourself. Get free. Don’t worry about me.”

He looks to his left, but there’s nothing left

As the world decays, he kneels beside her and stays

He looks to his right, but there’s nothing in sight

He looks to his left, but there’s nothing left

They lock eyes; they kiss. Nothing left but apoca-lips.