Flame goes up in the sky,
and waves crash on the polluted sand.
The buildings starts to cry,
as they get ready to land.
The ash and dust began to clear,
and we all know what we will see.
This is what happens when we peer,
this is what's going to be.
The world’s not good, it never was,
maybe it’s better as a ball of dust.
All that's left is covered in rust,
this place is dead, a flake, a bust.
