I brought a little girl into this
This sad, collapsing republic
My job is not my job anymore
I now live to protect her
But how can I keep her safe
While this country crumbles
The end of the world comes
Yet we will be here afterwards
So many worked so hard
To make us stronger, but
We are weaker than ever before
None of us are prepared for it
The end of our very way of life
Are you ready for a struggle
It will happen soon you know
Can you even power this device
After the union collapses
Never really cared for money
But you will need it soon
And if you don't
She will
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Sensors gone dead
Writing songs for others
Last words served as lyrics
Others' lives fueled the verses
You're not that creative, chief
