If

Imagine
Imagine if
What would happen
What would happen if running on empty
Seemingly forever

The car crawls to the umpteenth fuel station
Still out of sight, joining the motionless caterpillar of cars
Traffic snaking, tailing back for miles

Imagine
Imagine if the afternoon turned to evening
And as you approach the entrance
Fists fly as the green plastic can is wrestled over
And subsequently spilled across the great tarmac
Mixing blood and petrol

Imagine
What if the price became so high
It was only available to those who could afford it
Those who the governments decide take priority

Imagine it is rationed by the litre
Security guards, then eventually soldiers patrolling the pumps

Imagine
Then it all stops
Then it all stops

Imagine
Imagine all the silence
Imagine all the silence
After the rioting, the killing, the madness
Silence
Silence

What would happen next

Traffic snaking
Tailing back for miles

Imagine if

What would happen (what would happen)

Mixing blood and petrol
Then it all stops (then it all stops)

What would happen next
Imagine all the silence

Imagine all the silence

Imagine all the silence