Doomsday Machine

You brought me doom
as your cigarette came to the end of its fuse
I know I said I wanna inhale you, like a plume
Then I left mushroom clouds to stand as dunes
So few

You brought me doom
At least you attempted to
I'm blinded by a light that was blocked out by you
In an indigo room.
Enough space to upset the childhood colors in you.
Another view

I locked my room
And went for a hike where the wild summer grew
Pebbles flowing, hands are passing through
I suppressed my moral compass and the souls of my shoes
I'm one with you

It's almost done
Your doomsday machine created for one
I step inside, its going to be fun
To understand just how this thing is run
You're scum.

When they write about you
they will say you were confused
But we will see through
And you will be refused.