Wouldn't That Be Strange?

Too much hate, too much war;
It's too late, devil's at the door.
Can't stop it now, the fix is in;
No way, no how,
Here comes the end.

Can't change the past,
Who's not to blame?
Here comes the fire,
Here comes the flame.

  So we burn down the house,
  Blow up the skies.
  Does it count as a win
  When everyone dies?
  Where did we go wrong?
  Is it too late to change?
  Maybe Siri can save us;
  Wouldn't that be strange?

Nuclear winter of discontent;

All hope for Spring just came and went;
Can't give up; hold on to hope;
This damned mountain's a slippery slope.