The Discovery Channel Taught Me How We’re All Going to Die

All things we build, this wind will blow from the downtown.
When I see the seas will rise tonight,
when I see the trees will be swept from site,
Go run for cover, fallout is at hand.
All good things leave home and state.
It’s time for you, too, to part ways.
The tide will rise with the moon tonight,
like a wall of water, rushing past your feet.
I fear these lines might just collide.
I feel these eyes that will not shut tonight.
You’ll reach the Roche limit and we’ll all fall down.
Like a wall of water, it will sweep you off your feet.