The Coastline

When we left our parent’s land All the grass were turned to sand, the deadly sun Burned black holes into our skin Nothing anymore to win, so better run The coastline approaching, but our lives fade away We looked for more water, but it means our decay With the last remaining trees Dying children at our feet, we built a boat Bigger than the famous ark Faster than the evil shark, a precious load Chorus When we reached the promised land The union told us now to stand, but we went on A destroyer right appeared Shot to pieces our fears, all hope is gone Chorus