The streets have gone darknThey've been dark for daysnWe board up the housenHide upstairs and waitnAnd waitnJust outsidenWe hear awful soundsnCower in bednAnd think of ourselves onlynThe last lights are all firenWe let the heat thrivenPanicked a weeknStarved just as longnWe're two signs of lifenOur doors are markednDesperate chants ofnHelp will comenHelp will comenCan't try to leavenHelp will come...finallynThe last lights are all firenLet the heat thrivenTurn the seas sournBleed the ground drynI won't waitnYou'll give up with menNo one comesnAnd we rot in bednNo one comesnAnd the boards stay up