The sun has shed all it's hope and skin   And some day when it's cold and dark maybe we will learn to love each other   We are statistics we just haven't died yet   We are all dead we just don't know it yet   Abort, abort   They are coming and when they do, there is going to be complete hell   And I don't want to be within 500 miles of this place   All I know to do right now is to run for cover   Because everything reminds me of you