If somehow anyone should survive
The year 2020's plague and famine
They'll consider it an era of time
Without any real distinction
Between survival and being dead
We'll find new ways of dying
We can't find new life instead
Our world shakes and sorrows
With more suffering of others
Our blue planet can't bear lies
Our devastating ignorance
The emptiness inside
As a billowing cloud of ash covers
We'll perhaps fade into the dark gray
From the smoke of our burning dead
Who've fled headlong into the abyss
