Testo The Apocalypse

I went playing in the country
I went running through the hills
I saw God in all his bounty
And I reveled in his thrills

I wish not for some tomorrow
Where the world hath fell to sin
And ask not for any pity For the troubled state I'm in

If the house is left in clutter
The field won't bear us crops in spring
And the cows won't give us butter
They won't give us anything

I went playing in the country
I went running through the hills
I saw them burning fields and bodies
Oh my God, it gave me chills