The 7th trombone

Down the stairs the fallout shelter
Destination of mankind
the citizens of our hometown
waiting silently and blind
Are you joking are you kidding
there`s no solution to the end
the countryman sings on the air
that some broken hearts never mend
Empty streets and an imaginary skyline
not to find in tourists` guides
liberty has lost its feet
a view on missing city lights
Sheets so wet and within I sweat
a worm inside the Big Apple
I awake from sleep and I start to weep
the end has not yet started started to happen
Ten minutes to midnight
hide run just a few seconds to live
ten minutes to midnight
a fatal mistake the world will not forgive
Ten minutes to midnight
hide run just a few seconds to live
ten minutes to midnight
a fatal mistake the world will not forgive
While melting away ...
we`re melting away.