The disaster, it started the day they arrived
On the high horse they rode, with the plan they'd contrived.
This whole place is run on a childlike whim
So I hope that you float, cause you can't f*cking swim
In an ocean so cold you would die at the touch.
They thought this was called for but this was too much
For a person of reason to want to stay here
In this powder keg, waiting for flames to draw near.
So inhale the fear and run for your life.
You're only wasting time.
The sonnet they'll write of our struggle to live
Was never intended to rhyme.
This compass, once broke, you'll choke and you'll die.
You'll be missed, they'll insist, but they'll never say why.
The collapse, the mishaps, it was all I could take.
To include myself here was the very first mistake.
One woman's trash is another one's shelter.
You thought you were both, but you never felt her
Perspective and now she will die in the cold.
She could've been beautiful; she wasn't that old.
But her problems went deeper than a bottomless pit.
Still she'd never complain, she would never admit
That they tore her apart and she'd never recover.
She always believed that one day they'd love her.
But love hasn't been here since decades ago.
It saw what was coming, they'd sunk far too low
For a person of reason to want to stay here
In these hunting grounds waiting for guns to draw near.
So inhale the fear and run for your life.
You're only wasting time.
The lyric they're write of our struggle to survive
Was never intended to rhyme.