This Place

Walking down the city street
covered in jumbled words
the Sun is gone
The moon is here,
but the stars you can't quite see

Wailing sirens off in the distance
Thundering bangs' echoing in the dark
Debris scattered across the ground
What a cruel place to be

Every door is locked up tight
Every window is screwed shut
Each person hides away,
From the Evil that lurks at night

I don't care what happens to me,
I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid of death no more,
But I am afraid to cry

Living in this junk pile
That some can call a home
I've learned how to live my life
Inside my shielding dome