cocktails on the moon...

what have you got to say?
You asked me then ran away.
Or can you even feel,
me and you and this is real.

Close your eyes for a second.
Then open them again.
Tell me what you see.
You saw your friends and flames,
in this life we lead, we're wasting away.

We'll burn as we fall from the surface of the moon.
The sun burns warmer, and there's killer flood water.
The old man burned alive in front of his daughter.
She watched with tears and silent screams.
Felt like a dream but this is real.

Stand on the side of the road one by four.
The nails are rusted in the frame of the door.
Getting to us like a secondary cancer.
There's nothing left, no path or chance here.