Melon

It's only metal and bolts holding up the walls
 But you're talking god and cocking hip
 They are wrong and we are right
 And we will win this in a fight
 But things might fall on your head from the sky
 From our roof we saw the island
 Lights were smashed and all was silent
 The pitter patter of snow and ash
 A wheezing in my breathing mask
 What do you see and forget
 The petty pangs are too concrete
 Subway tunnels filled with river
 Bodies spinning in the silver
 I've felt cold since we started
 But i guess it doesn't matter
 Your blue lips will warm me back
 Forget the fires and blind attack
 I wonder what you would say
 If you were really here today
 Look to the failing sun
 A portrait of a life to come
 Air is easier to breath
 When it's free from disease
 Gun to head, marching into hell
 Monster heed, the tolling of the bell