The world may end in fire or in ice
But what does it matter?
Winter will come and gnaw at us all
Till half out sanity is gone
Huddling under the covers, alone until dawn
The curtains can remain closed, I don't intend to be here long
In fact, I never planned to be here at all
I found you humans amongst the games
Burning
Under your heart's own gaze
Lambs raised for the slaughter
Fighting forever
For your sons and daughters
Here in the shallows, bullets fly
Like buzzards circling prey from the sky
The wounded cry and scream
Grasping at me
But they are beyond my help
As aimless as drifting kelp
Round and round we go
When will this end?
I don't know
