What do you know about this? Ever run the power grid? What do you know about living dead? Last trace of life just a skid mark fading Another one hits the ground Kill me quick or let me live This machine won't let me go I'm attached to it, turn it off, turn it off Mother Nature plots revenge We better hit her with a pre-emptive strike If there's a hole in the sky, we can use it to escape Is there a thought inside my head? Is or not, it doesn't matter to the victors Rifles held above their heads They would go for our throats But there is nothing left to shutdown Whatever you do, don't What do you know about this? The sky a permanent gun-metal gray We meet behind locked doors No cameras to see our face Another one hits the ground Left cold with a mouthful of dust We could escape if we stick together If only there was "us"