Comment Comment by thrwaway1337 I'm recording this, because this could be the last thing I'll ever sayThe city I once knew as home is teetering on the edge of radioactive oblivionA three-hundred thousand degree baptism by nuclear fireI'm not sorry, we had it comingA surge of white-hot atonement will be our wake-up callHope for our future is now a stillborn dreamThe bombs begin to fall and I'm rushing to meet my lovePlease, remember meThere is no more parent thrwaway1337 2 years ago
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