wild thing

wild thing
enamel on cloth. 6ft by 4 ft.

POST APOCALYPTIC HUMOUR

Dead man.. wake up, wake me up
This graveyard in paradise
Just when everything was right
Apocalypse shone down on us

All the answers, All the questions
Nevermind who the hell cares
Don't judge and you shall be spared
Prophecies gone wrong really wrong

Existense! the basic need
Never really is in our hands
We are tiny, flamable, expendable
Search not, you shall not overcome

Despair not my son, Keep options
Believe your leader
He may take you to the promise land
Think Not... you are already dead
Think Not... you are already dead
already dead.....