15,000

Out of all the many times I've been out in wild
I never thought I would be a wild man
If I'm going out like this I'll to go out in style
But all the money that I made won't save me from the elements

I see I'm underneath, a cast spell, life in Hell
I want it over and done with and over and under and through with it
There's a turned over ice cream truck in Dover, it nearly flipped
I want to know if the thunder is a sign of the Apocalypse

I can't even wonder how life can go on like this
There's a canopy around me and the sun's going down
A figure is lurking, the shadows envelop me
I'm looking for a way out but got turned around

The stories of haunted woods have already taken root
And the trees are howling, is it me that's growling?
I just find a hollow log, portion of dry earth
That'll make a somewhat safe spot for me to make a bed

The fire's dying down, and I'm dying of thirst
Morning will never come, I can't see the dawn ahead
Ignoring the warnings is like mooring a ship
We're all eating ice cream at the Apocalypse