Lemoncholic

Is bunker kissers what we are?*
Through cinder blocks
We wander hand in hand
Apocalyptic wonderland

With our best dresses and blue suits
We stroll through stripmalls
With our cash in hand
It's our atomic motherland

Hide from enemies invisible
From threats and ends that are unthinkable

That never happen and they never will
Are we all Lemoncholic?

Marvel at the pointlessness
Of secrects kept and now reclassified
It probably wasn't worth the time

Cement romantics in concrete
The fears we held have spilled out nationwide
Across the continent's divide