Post Credits Scene Lyrics

A connoisseur of silence, I lived in the city and the country

And the noise is about the same

Gunshots, barking dogs, and industrial machines building or reaping

Just about anywhere you go

Sirens blur to white noise if you stay stationary long enough

O lose all sound in the pouring rain

Given the right night, hooting wildlife

Paired with sound of crickets in mass can be deafening

I kinda like it when it's all messed up

And the thought of control is just not a thing

The processes of adaptation

When you're forced out into the world can be a painful therapy

Like when the shy get on stage

And sing from the heart of agoraphobic tendencies

Or when someone with a fear of drowning gets up the nerve

To sign up for scuba diving

It is with this in mind I live in a country full of bullies like those in my infancy

Inocculating myself to the sheer ass-holery of narcissists

Who pretend that they can't see

An invented divide between the born in languish culture

And the silver spooned born into such luxury

Denying every advantage of the fortunate ones

Who dare to claim money can't solve anything

While spending more than some small countries on a propaganda war

With the suffering

Brainwashing those inclined to brainwashing control

From the sociable reinforcement of a philosophy

Built on the comfort of a dream evolved

From an acute awareness of the end of things

While I can get my head around it

I still have to live with others who insist it's a post credits scene

I don't mean to judge harsh

The understanding of a species in transition to bigger things

Than an extinction level event some seem content

To egg on like it's a game of chicken

If there's a way to capitalize on the ignorance of the easily swayed, they'll do it

So unavoidable, the fading of the generations supporting it will one day undo it