Wasted Land


Mountains crumble and bridges fall.

The lights go out, over everything that we once saw.

And it's hard, oh so hard, in Wasted Land.


Bats are dying, from a mysterious disease,

And what will become of us, without the Honey Bee?

Moss grows deep, in Wasted Land...


Sometimes I think, that it will all work out.

And then I listen, and I look about.

I see it's cold, and oh so hard... In Wasted Land...


So storms are brewing, what can I say?

And life might be cheap, I guess it depends on the time of the day.

But I know it's hard, so fucking hard... In Wasted Land...


Yes, it's hard, so very hard... In Wasted Land.



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