Every single day, circling a cul-de-sac Alligator eyes staring out of storm drains Walking in your wake, circling the refrain "I know it's not gonna last."
Ease your bellyache, occupy your fever dreams Your disembodied voice still blaring from a TV screen "The modern Earth was born in a two-car garage" "I know it's not gonna last."
Let it fall from your grasp Half asleep, foraging Silver screens for a dream That we aimlessly reenact Only now every town is the same town Every doomsday cult pleading we've gone off track
We're circling a cul-de-sac
The new age cut their hair Found eternity in crypto mines The new age cut their hair Sincerity is anodyne The desert of the real was overcast by its map "I know it's not gonna last."
I want to be your TV Girl Plastic-wrapped on bladderwrack To find a stable plot Across the rotting corpse of god Ghosts of the past, living just to react "I know we're not gonna last."
Little foal in the grass In your youth, in a fugue Sigil signs in hexadecimal hues Your view will never stand beside of the fact All your love, went away All the mayflies died in a day
Your autumn will pass Your moonlight will wane and wax
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