A siren sings into a studio microphone
And just like bugs the people retreat under the dusty floorboards
Oh I can’t take it anymore
The grave is all too lonely without your sickly body by my side
Say, is this how the world ends?
With your distorted voice still ringing from every corner
What a shame, you may call it senseless
But I am now devoid of what
I would call the hindrance of love
Greetings from the underworld
Oh this is overwhelming, time for the iron curtain call
The panic is seeping through the fractured border wall
My livid heart powers this reactor core
Oh this is all wrong but I don’t mind at all
Turn up the volume, execute the protocol
You know it’s M.A.D. and it’s all about to blow
What an unfortunate way to end this show
I shed a tear as you vanish in the snow
A message written in uranium on the rocket fuselage
Hey, say, could it be?
My mind is playing tricks on me
A vision of you fades away like a mirage
Oh it’s a beautiful catastrophe
Say, the world ends in silence
With my distorted image smiling at every corner
Can you see it on the horizon?
A narrow string of white light splitting in half the melancholy sky
Oh this is overwhelming, time for the iron curtain call
The panic is seeping through the fractured border wall
My livid heart powers this reactor core
Oh this is all wrong but I don’t mind at all
Turn up the volume, execute the protocol
You know it’s M.A.D. and it’s all about to blow
What an unfortunate way to end this show
I shed a tear as you vanish in the snow
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