Armageddon out of here!

Colors are bleeding from your skin,
Left you melting in sin.
The warmth I had inside has grown dim.
Bounded in your world of grey,
Why am I the one to pay?
And I pray that I find my saving grace.
Turned to look in the mirror to find my face.

Blame the birds and the bees,
For always being fr-enemies.
The birds have gone away,
And so the bees have drowned.
I can't be the reason,
For the change of the season.
Don’t blame God for all the ups,
That we have sent,
That came crashing down.

Don’t worry still born,
Down the road no one will remember that you’re missing.
Let this be a lesson!
Trauma comes with blessings.
The world has a lot to do before its end,
You either lose or win.