The lights are projections on slate-gray screens
A sneak preview of a nuclear winter
The orange seeps in like rusty water
A sneak peek at a burning eternity
Every moment is a tiny apocalypse
The world is ending for somebody somewhere
There's no way of knowing what will be witnessed
No path back to history once we fall out
The sky is falling just a bit lower
Her blanket smothering us from above
The days are getting a little shorter
The sun slowly setting on that which we love
The flaw in our hearts
Is that we solely see
smoke on our own side of the horizon
The grass always presumed green
When it bows out of our sight
All's well that we can't rest our eyes on
The sun's benevolence extends to the atmosphere
And when that fades away so does good will
That which warms us also can burn us
Breath, once given, can be taken as well
We test and are tested, find limits to power
And once it cuts out we're left in the dark
All we can see are the flames that are billowing
Filling our fire sales, everything must go
At times like this it helps to remember
That there's no ending that isn't a beginning
It's clear that the future cannot be seen
But this unclear winter will one day be Spring
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