Ants Under Glass

Green light flash
 The world turns red
 I cannot scream
 Goliath eyes are turning
 The nightmares emerge
 The night is cold
 I cannot sleep or dare dream
 A blinding glare
 The massacre of mankind
 Another flash
 They sweep at night for survivors
 A vivid sense of aimless calamity
 I am wet to the skin under the rainfall
 I cannot scream
 A heat wave burst
 They have to catch me first
 Death is coming
 Do I wander alone in this city of smoke
 Death is coming
 I can hear them killing machines miles away and so close behind me
 I drift through the chaos
 A bruised and weary man
 I see the hell that is here
 I see a reason to fear
 I see the town where I lived and it is all on fire
 Death is coming
 Death is coming
 Death is coming
 Death is near
 Death is near
 Giants in armor one hundred feet high
 no words could ever fully describe
 These are the days of hideous panic
 spreading like a gout of ink or blood
 We are splashing across the butcher paper
 The white- hot splendor of alien terror
 Like a scene from old' Pompeii
 Cities and families incinerated
 I'm stealing a horse if I can find one alive
 I expect nothing but thundering death
 There is still hope there has to be hope
 With a whip and a revolver and I must keep my head
 Death is coming (death is near death is near)
 Death is coming (there has to be hope)