I've got a cupboard with cans of food,
filtered water, and pictures of you
and I'm not coming out until this is all over.
And I'm looking through the glass
Where the light bends at the cracks
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
Pretending the echoes belong to someone
Someone I used to know

And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
ba ba ba ba

I wanted to walk through the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet,
But all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors
Because the air outside will make
Our cells divide at an alarming rate
Until our shells simply cannot hold
All our insides in,
And that's when we'll explode
(And it won't be a pretty sight)

And we'll become.... silhouettes when our bodies finally go

For a little end of the world character, I thought this song applied.


The Postal Service is so damn addictive. I think i'm going to go buy that one album theyv'e got after they dissapeared off the face of the earth. - I hope this looks okay, it was mostly done on my 12-somethin' year old computer monitor.


Big Floraxi is BIG. Plants looove him so!-- the sun does too.(finally, real artwork again!)