Postcard From the End of the World

Thunder's rolling, people running in despair The day is coming as the prophecies have said It was written in the books but believed by none Doesn't matter how long it took, the end of everything's come And I sit here (As I sit here) Smoking my last cigarette On my last day on Earth Sky is burning, cannot hide from fear No use running, wipe away your tears Better fill a glass while lying here on the grass Trying to write some words, postcard from the end of the world And I sit here (As I sit here) Smoking my last cigarette On my last day on Earth Close your eyes and dream a dream you like Play some music, let your mind take flight There's nothing I regret About my life That's what I like to think before the goodbye Thunders rolling, people running in despair The day is coming as the prophecies have said

Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026