After the Nuke
Life after the nuke
Written by Michael Maroon
War is a cold machine, all mankind gone.
Ashes and stone where cities stood, couldn't last the dawn.
Just blazing fire.
All that's left for us are caves. We're survivors of their game.
Cold, dark, strange! No one knows our name.
Living here, no sun for plants to grow.
Fallout fell, no safe place left to go.
All the while, existance maintained.
Still we smile and pray for the rain.
Cleanse the sky, purify.
Bombs came down one stormy night,
the earth shook, cracked, so goes the story.
Dawn of our new life has just begun.
Children born in caves so cold and dark.
Tried to light a fire without a spark.
For what reason should man fade away.
Could this be our time?
Hell is only a mountain away.
A thousand years gone by, our staying power.
Existance to survive, earth, can we revive?
Cold, dark, strange! No one knows our name.
Living here, no sun for plants to grow.
Fallout fell, no safe place left to go.
All the while, existance maintained.
Still we smile, and pray for the rain.
Cleanse the sky, purify.
Somewhere in our consciousness, there lies a memory
of what life was before the devastation blast our world apart.
Broken glass, wood burned, and poison gas;
here we came, we're survivors of their game.