Third Dystopia

Everyone is hiding out
In shops they built by themselves
If winter was any colder then they'd freeze
Everyone is hiding out

All the spirits in the field
All of their houses are sealed
No one is calling or going today
All the spirits in the field

A tempest seen over the cliff
Is set to hit the monolith
It's not much surprise in it coming today
A tempest seen over the cliff

Evil is in the air
I'm not coming out
Bundled up scared
Huddled on the corner of the couch
And Jamie's not here, she is on the other side of town
The howling of dogs echo in every inch of the house
The knock on my door before it collapses to the ground
But Jamie's not here, she is on the other side of town
A pause in the speech
All mouths watering the garden of earth
It blooms in the seed
I welcome the leech that lived in your birth