Let me live quietly within 
Your dream’s hedonistic hands
In black and white pictures
In nuclear shadows and bibles
In a mother without a tongue
And you don’t have to tell me
About your nihilistic wishes
Of being the last two people 
After the movie’s ended and 
The bombs have all dropped
End credits and the lights off
In the desolation and sweet calm
We’ll be the wreckage, we’ll choose
Whether or not to quietly live on 
Surviving on canned vegetables 
In a vegetative state of mind