Fighting for survival in this apocalyptic dust Gas has filled my lungs, I have no one I can trust No one I've been living in fear, I've been digging my own grave The plague knocks at your door Dragging my sword through the sands of time My vision's blurred, I close my eyes Fight back Fighting for survival, wounded knee, regurgitated This is the world we live in and we've destroyed her. Mother nature, father-son. Now it's our turn to bleed. Peace