Weeping like the ghost of winter, we watch our tears kiss ash and turn to steam.
We cry so much that our tears evaporate immediately, leaving only ash behind.

We walk on hot coals where a stream meandered. Tarred and tanned.
We walk on scorched earth, where once there was a peaceful stream. We are weathered and worn out by our struggles.

We flex and count the tumours on our hands--spreading swiftly now. For this, we waited just a lifetime.
We notice the growth of cancerous tumors on our bodies, and it seems to be spreading fast. We have been waiting all our lives for this inevitable decay.

Sun blessed mirror shaded mad dogs. Blow a kiss we'll all fall over.
Wild and unpredictable people bask in the sun, and even a seemingly innocent gesture like a kiss could cause chaos and destruction.

Hunting the oasis but there's only cola- sensurround. A technicolour thrill . . . it costs a fortune, so it must be real.
We search for something refreshing and life-giving, like an oasis in the desert, but all we can find is an artificial and expensive substitute. We mistake these flashy things for true value, simply because they are priced high.

For just a little sip, we'll keep waiting (just a lifetime.)
Despite the bleakness of our existence, we still hold onto the hope of experiencing something beautiful and meaningful. We will keep longing for it, even if it takes our whole lifetime.

And some of us work underground. We dug a hole and settled down.
Some of us choose to hide from the chaos and live a simple, secluded life. We have made peace with our circumstances and try to find happiness in the small things.

We waited for the gentle sound of steady rain to soak the ground and raattle on our ventilator.
In our underground existence, we hope for the comforting sound of rain, which we can only hear through the ventilation system. It gives us a connection to the outside world.

Guess the time we sat there waiting. Yes, you guessed! We waited just a lifetime.
We spend an eternity waiting for something to happen or someone to save us, but it never comes. We realize that our whole life has been a waiting game.

And dragons walked the earth again; parrafin was free. A fire-eater went insane and torched the final tree.
In this fantasy world, mythical creatures can exist and things that seem impossible can happen. However, even in such a world, there are those among us who cause destruction and damage that cannot be undone.

And one fine day the planet crumbled, just cos someone sneezed. For this, we waited just a lifetime.
In this imagined world, even the slightest thing can cause a catastrophic event. We wait for something terrible to happen, as if our lives are only meaningful if they are marked by an extreme event.