Every chandelier of every twinkling golden year
Has gathered dust
And no one can reach up that farEvery chardonnay of every weekend getaway
Has turned to piss
Trickling in the reservoirAll
This
Will
End
We're hurtling around the sunAll
This
Will
End
A shopping mall, the Parthenon
Every candle lit for every god or cancer kid
Has flickered out
And no one ever heard the prayerEvery candidate on every major syndicate
Is filled with doubt
Along with every tax-payerAll
This
Will
End
We're flotsam locked into a grooveAll
This
Will
End
Cause of a tantrum, the sun thru[?]
All
This
Will
End
The sun will soon consume us allAll
This
Will
End
Meteors, wrecking balls
