[thrwaway1337]

I'm recording this, because this could be the last thing I'll ever say

The city I once knew as home is teetering on the edge of radioactive oblivion

A three-hundred thousand degree baptism by nuclear fire

I'm not sorry, we had it coming

A surge of white-hot atonement will be our wake-up call

Hope for our future is now a stillborn dream

The bombs begin to fall and I'm rushing to meet my love

Please, remember me

There is no more