I Love the Way Your Hair Looks After a Nuclear Holocaust

As I stare through the toxic fumes
 I realize that our future, like my patience, is dead
 Our empty glass towers
 The decaying bones of our self-serving greed
 But still there echoes the song of hope
 Played on in faint melodies
 Reaching from the ashes of our collapse
 Grasping for any remaining human hands willing to pull it out
 And embrace it with newfound love
 Ready to start again
 Ready to live again
 Break down the chains that imprison you
 To a life full of sorrow and strife
 Wasting your days and wasting your nights
 Hoping someday you'll wake up
 Wake up from your nightmare
 Waves of despair crashing, repeating
 The pressure of your life suffocating, unrelenting
 Look inside your empty box and find hope