Pre-emptive - SMP

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»