Mellow Little Apocalypse
The Holy Roman Empire’s Holy Roman Arson Fires
Manmade man-fryer; god’s choir full of liars
Calling Gaia an old slut, even though we all still think she’s hot
Get left in the mud, with broken nanobots wrecking havoc in your blood
Being o so hip and witty, as I Inadvertently kill and pillage
Up in here it’s all Zen and the city; elsewhere they’re purging the village
Utterly mysterious ways, seven greasy seas set ablaze
Gazing at devastation thru the defeatist ganja haze
I know the earth’s round, but I fear we’re falling off the edge of the map
That god-awful parody of a sound, disaster will bridge every last glorious gap
This ain’t a time for superheroics, it’s a time for common sense
If I think we’ll make it thru the shitstorm? I’m still on the fence
We have the past locked up on unreadable microchips
I’m kinda loosing touch, mellow little apocalypse
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