If this is the end, it is, it is. Ash in the blood, full of plastic shit, The cities become the crypts we live in, We live wanting to live in a world full of this, It is, it is. We buried the sun, Traded it in for lists we swallowed the sins. Devouring by bliss If this is the end, then, it is. I was a child, learning the ways of men I was a man, working the land, Breaking my hands The world burns to live, As it gives, it is, it is. Ash in the wind, bones at the bends, I am a man, Watching it end, it is, As it has been. Smoke stacks climb to heaven, and the palace steps are on fire. Each lighter worth every penny, each day, the sun keeps setting. Each time the rain falls, I just smile. It is, it is. Mhmmm hmm, Mhmmm hmm, Hmmm…
