I’m pretty sure we’re not safe anymore in this place,

It’s all these new firestorms that are made of hurricanes and flames,

Judgement day is coming they say, 

Despite if you pray, to wash your sins away,

In the heart of the grey, in the place of dismay,

That is where we will lay and where we will stay,

But I don’t want to end this so soon,

But fate is doom, and doom is gloom,

Burn me, drown me, is that the sound of the end? Maybe,

Burn me, drown me, is that the sight of extinction I see?

I’m pretty sure we can’t take anymore of this heat,

This warming up has ruined my ability to feed with degrees,

And now I feel, like we need to appeal,

To natures ideal, because this is real,

So real it’s surreal, so surreal it’s a deal,

From which we will keel, and which won’t heal,

Oh I don’t want to end this so soon,

But fate is doom, and doom is gloom,

Burn me, drown me, is that the sound of the end, maybe?

Burn me, drown me, is that the sight of extinction I see?

Burn me, drown me, is that the sound of the end, maybe?

Burn me, drown me, is that the sight of extinction I see?

Burn me, drown me, is that the sound of the end, maybe?

Burn me, drown me, is that the sight of extinction I see?

Burn me, drown me, is that the sound of the end, maybe?

Burn me, drown me, is that the sight of extinction I see?