The End of the World ft. Slumber Logic Lyrics

(Oh yes, it feels so good

Real good?)

Takes a lot of guts for you to come

Moving to the front, a getaway

Yes I know you're trying on me

Takes a lot of lies for you to make

Step into the side or come my way

Cause I know you're trying on me

Ash particulate trauma drumping from a grey expanse

Of desolation implacable suspended inanimate

Falling to flesh of what remaining insatiable transients

Their dominance expunged by the vaseline on their camera lens

Barren trees like spires of misplaced pride

Their spiny fingers reach for step father's wailing hanger wire, why

Grand ambition juked a marble at risk of Newton three

We garbled the gist, garbage pail Oliver Twist

Narcissist visions of one way street

Have cake and eat

And push it as far as it'll get

Chart a course for uninhabitable

Deep Blue vs. Kasparov

Stockfish eight vs. Alfazero

We flock to the uprock, tepid the soil

The vultures rock on the updraft, the kettle boils

Takes a lot of guts for you to come

Moving to the front, a getaway

Yes I know you're trying on me

Takes a lot of lies for you to make

Step into the side or come my way

Cause I know you're trying on me

Cause I know you're trying on me

Do you recognize me girl?

I phone you every night, girl

Don't recognize me girl

I wanna fold you

Don't come around my way

I wanna fold you

So come closer girl, yeah, oh

Just come

Just come, come come, oh you'll never recognize me girl

Dusty records and sun rays in abandoned apartment basements

Every rock on the dirt road has a history and a thousand faces

A healthy sob makes for a year of maintenance

A corn field is a hospital patient

Peep the imagery

The history written takes the memories

But the memory makes the history

The sitar plays as the sun bends the shape of the sky

And you forget the blue before the sunscreen

Bloody war face and a thrown can of mace

Justifies the murder of it all but it's something

Murder leaves nothing when you forget it

Up in the hippocampus

Bleeding ink creates hidden written stanzas

An instrumental is a blank canvas

With many instruments to punch a hole

And many hits to get hip and dance with

The devil lying on his back

Successfully punctured

The rise of hell makes the water rupture

Atomizing every grave and kiln

A millisecond to midnight

Somehow every moment counts

Throw the chairs in the pool

And the drain the bird fountains down to the last drop

Boarded windows of every mom and pop

Prepared for Poseidon's every trident shock

No trite and absolute statements

Makes the people shaken

Should it be funny or remain nameless?

Being well-adjusted never made sense

'Cause money doesn't matter anymore

God is done trying to barter for remorse

So break all the quartz 'cause the rich can eat my shorts

Mother Nature breaks in detail the evil of the source

Like the crust and the earth got a divorce

The crux of the hearse

All these humans as puny ants that I tried to endorse?

#FuckArt, no more speaking in tongues, brailles and Morse