Quiet right before the blast

It's quiet, right before the rage
the storm
the age
of time and all
that's gone, we're gone
and it's too quiet to hear your own thoughts.

I feel like a giant let-down
flying down the road of fucked and dead
we're all dying, you know.
I'm surrounded by shadows
but not mine
because we left a while ago and
the sun's not shining here
the sun's not shining here anymore
and we wonder why.

It's silent, right before the war
Right before the guns go off
before the bomb lights
flies
before the world dies,
the quiet before the storm
We wonder
what happened when the light went out that
we're all too sane to think too straight but

The noise that follows is
so loud it's
too bright to think it's
too dark to smile and
when the sunlight's gone we
scream
We cry
we're all hurting on the
inside
But that's fine
for a while, we're gold
ace great
we've got guns and
sleeping gear,
food in a pack
that'll keep for a while, years.

And if we don't wake,
it's good because we're all dead here
anyway.