I see walking bombs on the streetHearts not beating, but ticking

She lit my soul and inhaled deeplyFlicking my ashes occasionally.

I think to myself: I don't want to survive this oneI want to burn up in the wreckage

We're at peak oil, peak water, peak resources, and so either we figure it out and let science lead or we head down a very bad, dark trail to where a lot of people aren't going to make it.