Drinking bitter beer in an abyss bar

Rugged faces lit by a dying star

Admiring suiciders from afar

If it weren’t so common I’d label it bizarre

The cogwheels have spun out of control

Powering our vibrators with the very last coal

Cynics governed by teargas and crowd control

Seeking escape and entertainment in a bullet hole

Pinning our pain on the illusive queen bee

Prophets and prodigies drown themselves in LSD

We look for love in an uncaring sea

Subscribing to the cult of melancholy

We willfully wear fashionable blinders and dance to their defect flute

We soil all seven seas and save only the animals we deem cute

We return to nature to piss, pillage and pollute

We throw our waste and worries down the garbage chute

Fucking the wrong people and shying away from those we love

We can’t deal with truth without our detachment glove

We think little of the world we are at the end of

The acid rain falls hard from above

One of these days I’m going to die

Thus is the truth of the glazed eye

The neon is fading and I let out a sigh

Bottoms up and a protracted goodbye