That's One Strange Love

I've picked the perfect post-apocalyptic name
And I've accepted my fate.
But as I lay here, nothing has changed.
Oh, my apathy it's done nothing.
There goes Antony Green, welcoming the neo-liberal regime.

I've lived through, another slow death in my bedroom.
As I wait for the world to end, everything gets worse again.

It's rise of the reactionary right,
and I have no idea how it'll end this time.
But I have the distinct feeling that,
I'm going to have to remember how to fight.
Back to my nose breaking days,
and it's always, always that way.
When they use violence, you have to use the same.

I've lived through, another slow death in my bedroom.
As I wait for the world to end, everything gets worse again.

Then the bomb drops, the atoms in the air they glow hot.
It hits me, and everything else stops.
I'm waiting for a beta-decay, whilst my bones disintegrate.
Because I'm too close, and I am too late.
You can fix a broken fucking bridge, to cross any kind of pit.
But it's never the same, and you can't reverse it.
That's one fucking huge overstep, mutually assured cardiac arrest.
Don't you dare forget, you said you loved them.