Doomsday

Will we still talk?
Will we drop the formality?
When we wrote in chalk
No losing our sanity
Whats left of the machine
When the fuel all burns
When time takes its turn
The day after doomsday
Can we be friends?
The day after doomsday
Does it all end?
Watching the paint fall off
Exposing the skin
We lost our shell now we’re soft
Security a has been
Whats left of the machine
When the fuel all burns
When time takes its turn
The day after doomsday
Can w be friends?
The day aftr doomsday
Does it all end?