There is something to be said for disaster
For its sweeping devastation
And the hope for hope after
Neither peace nor bliss will work to unite
A race overcome with apathy
Who thinks they're ready to fight
For in waiting in anticipation of altercation
We are doomed to fighting a war
That sees neither race nor religion
Often has it been said a common enemy
Will bring a race together
Casting aside our proclivities
And in the face of disaster always does hope flourish
Hope things will be better, be okay
For better and okay things are our wish
And perhaps when we face our world's demise
People can hope again
And it'll be like a blessing in disguise
And now as all we know approaches an unfortunate end
We only accelerate it
And never give it a chance to mend
For nothing short of disaster can let us hope again
That things could be better than now
Better than the end
For nothing short of being at an all time low
Can make us listen to those who will say
I told you so
