$ ls -la ARCADIA2.TXT
-rw-r--r--@ 1 maxwell maxwell 697 Dec 28 2002 ARCADIA2.TXT
$ cat ARCADIA2.TXT
The night is cold, damp, and black
its the worlds final hour
we ride down the road like light
past the red light radio tower
slipping away from the world
fishtail down the dirt path
the night air makes us sharp
this night is their last
the end. the end. the end to begin.
the stability of life, thrown away tonight
all you've done, not wrong nor right
what I'm now, so weak and strong
hide beneath the rays and the light as the bomb goes boom!...
above the ground falls the ashes of doom
humans just topped the halocaust
without a care for the innocence lost
The walls shake in the dust filled subterrean,
as we are sheltered from the blast and from the pain.