The Survivor
Toximia
The cloud is thinning city has been blasted World War Three three hours was all it lasted I am the Survivor I do not know why I did not die Winds like fire burning my flesh We have achieved assembly line death Missiles in the sky crimson streaks Horizon of concrete peaks I am the Survivor I do not know why I did not die Clothe-less bodies lie in heaps Burning flesh smells like meat I am the Survivor I do not know why I did not die