Third Dystopia

Everyone is hiding out
In shacks they built by themselves
If winter was any colder then they’d freeze
Everyone is hiding out
All the spirits in the field
All of the houses are sealed
No one is coming or going today
All the spirits in the field
A tempest seen over the cliff
Is set to hit the monolith
It’s not much surprise in it coming today
A tempest seen over the cliff
Evil is in the air, I’m not coming out, out, out
Bundled up scared, huddled on the corner of the couch, couch, couch
And Jamie’s not here, she is on the other side of town, town
The howling of dogs echo in every inch of the house, house, house
The knock on my door before it collapses to the ground, ground, ground
But Jamie’s not here, she is on the other side of town, town
A pause in the speech
All mouths watering
The garden of earth
It blooms in the seed
I welcome the leech
That lived in your birth