Sixty days to slow the spread
Sixty nights to mourn the dead
The world is overcome with dread
While time marches on.
With no commitments to obey
Home is the prison of the day
The mind is left to gnaw away
As time marches on.
Abusers reign with fists and rape
Their victims now have no escape
Society is losing shape
As time marches on.
The internet explodes with fear
While media is insincere
Saving accounts disappear
As time marches on.
“Trump is an abusive clown!”
“Bill Gates wants chips to track us down!”
“China needs to burn and drown!”
The hatred marches on.
Stuck at home inside their brains
The masses need someone to blame
It’s safer than to face their pain
The anger marches on.
To sit alone and contemplate
Reminds a person of their fate
All will soon disintegrate
As time marches on.
So let us protest
Let us fight
Let us blame someone tonight!
Let us fear
Let us win
The wounded love the taste of sin
To be alone
To be alive
“At least it wasn’t me who died!”
Roar, fuck, fight, swoon
The world will open very soon!
To the office they return
Fighting for the lives they earn
With votes to cast and bills to pay,
No time to think of yesterday
The dead are gone
The end is nigh
The sun explodes
We say goodbye
Apocalyptic lullaby
Time marches on.
