Текст песне : Neva Dinova. Apocalypse.

It's a breeze, coming in from the north, and she's in the kitchen, screaming of course.

'Cause she's seen all the worlds, and their kids and their dogs, and their men, and they're pigs and they're tall and they're sick.

And they're all dying quick, from the waves of disease, she believes it will come, overseas and at home, killing everyone.