Tires nearly melted
On burning blacktop
Bombed cities on fire
Mass dead left to rot

Storm clouds gather
At the horizon’s line
Or maybe they’re just pustules
From the wounds of my mind

Check the rearview
We’ve left quite a mess
Darkness in our wake
Wastelandesque

Brakes already gone
No living mechanic
Gas tank rattles
Radio just bleeds static

Canned dog food keeps
Our broken bodies alive
As for our humanity
Not a shred will survive

Don’t panic, darling
You’ve only torn your dress
Another shattered mannequin
Wastelandesque

Time of the wolf
Season of the witch
Who can deny
Death’s a wicked bitch

We had our chance
Spoiled to the core
Dancing our way
To a Fourth World War

I smell your fear
Hear your beacon of distress
All the way from down here
Wastelandesque

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