Raw sugar (Too Late Mix) (Cover)

Pack a suitcase full of waffles and batteries Watch the skyline melt like buttered factories Pigeons flying backwards, hitting all the statues gargoyles be sneezing, snarling out "Bless you" It’s the final countdown, yo! The world ending, goddamn! And here I am stuck in this hologram The ocean turning into soda, sticky and flat All the people is space helmets filled with maple sap Cancel the mortgage, tell the bank I’m a ghost nebulas exploding on my morning toast sidewalk curling like a burning hair People talki in circles, pretending like they care Pink lawn chairs up on the roof of the mall We watch the atmosphere crumble, yeah we watching it fall Blue fire, green smoke, purple rain, yellow snow Chaos all around is a sick and twisted show Zero hour. (Hour.) Cut the power. (Power.) Plastic flower. (Flower.) Acid shower. "The cycle..." Pack the crate. Lock the gate. Disintegrate. It’s too late. I’m trading baseball cards with the Four Horsemen They drive a rusty Buick, looking for friends The internet leaked out of my iPhone screen Puddles of code, matrix blocky and green My neighbor getting high since it ain’t no crime black hole above us just sucking up time Kicks on the wrong feet, just for the feel Picasso in my posse cause we keep it surreal There is no need... for further... movement. Simply... observe. Yeah. Turn off the sun. Switch. Click. Who left the fridge open? The ice is melting. The polar bears are knocking.. Game over. Insert coin to play again. Damn it was fun while it lasted. And we out.