The White Death - Fleurety

It spits a thousand flowers from it faces

Crystal melting on my eyes

Blurry visions of a future

More desolate and bleak than the last

Nuclear Winter

Oh so quiet

Nuclear Winter

You’re so silent

Round and round, no break in the clouds

Endless fog coming with the tides

Pictures of merry-go-round on postcards

Pictures of places that didn’t last

Nuclear Winter

Oh so quiet

Nuclear Winter

You’re so silent

Rocks, trees, earth and spit

Layered with hazy prints and marks

Soon the trip will be over

And I will continue on the merry-go-round

Nuclear Winter

Oh so quiet

Nuclear Winter

You’re so silent

It spits a thousand flowers from it faces

Crystal melting on my eyes

Blurry visions of a future

More desolate and bleak than the last