Shah-Mat

The tallest towers crumble To the burning ground below Rust filled cars lay battle scarred While the fires grow and grow Civilisation has been brought onto it's knees This is how the world ends With a wimper, not a bang Riches and power worth nothing Every one of us will hang We are not masters of our destiny It's time to face our mortality When all the dust is settled And this land is free of man This damaged world can heal itself And we can try again We must face our end