Your Descent

Going down to my old home
The school is still the same
Alone, I used to roam
Before my rise to fame

I walk in the infested water
Behind the house I called home
This town is the lamb to the slaughter
A man without a home

The catastorphe has caused panic
The robbers come and go
This house feels so satanic
That I'll always know

Just a lonely old town
Flooded by the waves of the world
It slowy sinks down
Into the old world

Just the sight of disaster
Hitting this little city
Makes my demise much faster
What a pity