The end of the world, in so many words...
I'm always confusing girls when I talk to them on Instant Messenger.
They say I send mixed away messages.
Haha. Get it? I kill me.
Tomorrow morning at 10:22 AM I go back home, and back home to a lovely little lady with lips that could submerge Europe in the ebb and flow of all seven seas.
I'm talking about the end of the world, here.
Our touch will rake the Earth with plague.
Burn every field. Torch every crop.
When we kiss,
I promise you this:
The four oceans will boil.
The fish will float to the surface.
When our eyes meet
The planet will quake and tremble
And canyons a hundred miles wide will split the crust
And engulf every major city.
When her little hand is inside mine
Every superpower
Will launch every single weapon
In their nuclear and biological arsenals.
People are going to perish.
Everyone is going to die.
There will be blood in the streets.
Bodies on every street corner.
Not for her and I, though...
At the place where I'm holding her,
There may be children smiling
And doves.
I just haven't decided yet.
-Brian
They say I send mixed away messages.
Haha. Get it? I kill me.
Tomorrow morning at 10:22 AM I go back home, and back home to a lovely little lady with lips that could submerge Europe in the ebb and flow of all seven seas.
I'm talking about the end of the world, here.
Our touch will rake the Earth with plague.
Burn every field. Torch every crop.
When we kiss,
I promise you this:
The four oceans will boil.
The fish will float to the surface.
When our eyes meet
The planet will quake and tremble
And canyons a hundred miles wide will split the crust
And engulf every major city.
When her little hand is inside mine
Every superpower
Will launch every single weapon
In their nuclear and biological arsenals.
People are going to perish.
Everyone is going to die.
There will be blood in the streets.
Bodies on every street corner.
Not for her and I, though...
At the place where I'm holding her,
There may be children smiling
And doves.
I just haven't decided yet.
-Brian