Take a look around. Everything you’ve found, Will be gone someday.

Take a look around.
All things green and brown.
They are here to stay.

The people walking by,
Buildings built so high,
They’ll be gone some day.

A piercing sound so loud,
Takes over the crowd
Watch them run away

Objects in the sky,
Blacken all the lie.
Total disarray.

What a show.
What a show.

Take a look around.
Everything you’ve found,
Will be gone someday.