Written by Jake Moore
It’s gone
The monsters have scripts
Reading off tales of the apocalypse
The screen showed us fear
Weird how it all changes in the new year
It’s gone
Barren streets all over
We’re all sick from overexposure
Dreams are all delayed
While some people’s true colors are displayed
It’s gone
Losing income fast
The tyrants won’t help people who ask
They all hate their jobs
Zombies preying on any heart that throbs
It’s gone
No one has them checked
Unjust actions from people who protect
We are sick of it
Time to make sure the hand that feeds is bit
It’s gone
Days of old are passed
While a new normal is approaching fast
Hard to see the light
But we all won’t go down without a fight
It’s here