Speculations mean nothing when it comes down to it
You can assume all you want, but when the sun burns out and the freeze begins
it's going to be that much harder to pull the words from your lips

The food chain collapses
Predator becomes prey
Kicking down each other's doors
Smashing every dream of your little suburbia
This world is in ruins, and drowning has become our daydream

Scream all you want but no one will listen
Words are sharp when spoken through broken teeth
This land will smother your voice of reason
until every thought of freewill is choked from your mind
It's time to end this white noise and begin with our collapse

Rot is very becoming on you
Each day the sky comes closer to crushing our landscapes
The horizon painted in the glow of sunsets and darkened by the plagues
So lock your windows and doors, hit the lights, Armageddon's here
We have a front row seat to the end
So lock your doors