Nuclear Fall out

The more I think on, the better this song fits as an end of album track.

One can properly go to town on it, with a 3 or 4 minute instrumental at the end fading into static, scuzz and looping feedback. You know, in your mind.

By my reckoning, I have only 3 more songs to go before this album is complete with its 13 tracks.

You know, for all this is clearly all nonsense, and potentially a form of psychosis, I can’t help but begin thinking as long as I don’t muck it all up with a couple of really awful ones or ones which start to not relate to my fans' alt-gothic lives, like if I was to sing about how much my bling weighs and how many women I own, this must surely be looking like one of the best non-existent albums ever to be not recorded!

Oh! And just like that, another song title has just come into my head!
My bling be so heavy (but not as heavy as all my ladies’ titties put together)

It’s good because it uses parenthesis cleverly.

Anyway, back to this song, what will be the final track on the album (always remember, there is no album):

Nuclear Fall out

Tonight,

Tonight,

Tonight,

Tonight I don’t recognise your face

The expression is all out of place

I can feel all my bones, organs and veins

Wish I was metal ‘n’ cogs, wouldn’t feel our pains

Wanting to move, I am numb

Wanting to speak, I am dumb

Whatever all said and done is now out

Gone have the chances to swing and to shout

We both know what this is about,

It’s a nuclear fallout

Love replaced by hotter emotion

Minds whirr off in splendid slow-motion

Once we washed in pure soft sunshine

Clock’s minute hand now stuck at fifty-nine

Wanting to see, I am blind

Wanting the lost, I can’t find

Used to be the dance not the contest bout

Now we’re trying to win by 10 count knockout

We both know what this is about,

It’s a nuclear fallout

We are down on our knees

We don’t heed our own pleas

Holding on broken and battered by blame

Ghosts of us destined to repeat all the same

Fond memories now are hard

We tend to visit their graveyard

We take others there for morbid days out

But at dusk gates close and we are locked out

We both know what this is about,

It’s a nuclear fallout

We both know what this is about,

It’s a nuclear fallout

We are in our own nuclear winter

So cold that heart beats will splinter

Nothing worth saying; nothing to mention

Strangling freezing iced droplets of tension

We used to find ways to forgive

Now we hate even at all that we live

Through the window we have an infatuation

With people uncontaminated by our radiation

We both know what this is about,

It’s a nuclear fallout

We both know what this is about,

It’s a nuclear fallout

We both know what this is about,

It’s a nuclear fallout

From our shelters we walk out,

To a silent fade-out

Take it away brain…