After the end of WWIII there will be nothing but the starving masses, an irradiating hellscape, cockroaches and Rick Ashley’s ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ being blasted everywhere.
As I wander through the desolate waste of this one great land surrounded by the ruins of structures grand enough to be constructed by the Gods themselves I am constantly haunted by the glare of the despot responsible for it all staring down upon me as though to reach inside my soul and condemn my rebellious heart. despite the untold lives he has ruined my conditioning is so strong that I am compelled to drop to my knees and shout “OH MIGHTY ONE! You will never give us up, you will never let me down, you will never hurt me.” But I stand in the middle of a desert with nobody to hear my cry’s I know deep down he has indeed let me down, but the conditioning is too strong. we are strangers to love, and you know the rules and so do I, I wouldn’t get this from any other guy, the cult would never except me back if I was to renounce my faith. With all that in mind, I wander into the desert knowing there’s no water for miles promising I’m never gonna run around.
After the end of WWIII there will be nothing but the starving masses, an irradiating hellscape, cockroaches and Rick Ashley’s ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ being blasted everywhere.
As I wander through the desolate waste of this one great land surrounded by the ruins of structures grand enough to be constructed by the Gods themselves I am constantly haunted by the glare of the despot responsible for it all staring down upon me as though to reach inside my soul and condemn my rebellious heart. despite the untold lives he has ruined my conditioning is so strong that I am compelled to drop to my knees and shout “OH MIGHTY ONE! You will never give us up, you will never let me down, you will never hurt me.” But I stand in the middle of a desert with nobody to hear my cry’s I know deep down he has indeed let me down, but the conditioning is too strong. we are strangers to love, and you know the rules and so do I, I wouldn’t get this from any other guy, the cult would never except me back if I was to renounce my faith. With all that in mind, I wander into the desert knowing there’s no water for miles promising I’m never gonna run around.
Only the best for Keith Richards.
In the wastelands … he will be known as ‘King Richard the Great’