Post by » INCUBUS on Jan 16, 2013 7:25:27 GMT
"i'm waking up to ash and dust
i wipe my brow and i sweat my rust"
The year is 2014, the world has effectively stopped working. The apocalypse has left all the humans dead and gone. The dogs rule the roost now. Cities have gone to shambles, nature is encroaching and the wild is taking over. Cosseted pets have had to resort to fighting for survival, forming packs and living as their ancestors have. Many canines are left isolated and unsure of what to do next, while others revel in their new found freedom. Who knows what will happen next? Only time will tell.
" i'm breaking in, shaping up,
then checking out on the prison buzz
this is it, the apocalypse"
then checking out on the prison buzz
this is it, the apocalypse"
