The Final Collapse (fist draft, unfinished)

V.1

We've lost our way and turned to hate

I feel so strained under this weight

The shadows of this pressing date

The Final Collapse is near

V.2

Shrouded faces, downcast and gray

Anxious for news of more dismay

Though every day we still do pray

The Final Collapse is near

Chorus:

I hear the sounds of creaking towns

One day this earth will start to shake

We'll watch it all as it all falls down

All we've built returns to ash

The pride of Man made low again