Werewolves in the architecture
Unfolding their legs like spiders coming down from the ceiling
It's a blood-curdling feeling
Nauseating fingers going into your ribcage is soul-stealing
Wrapping your essence in a gem
Locked in the facets of the emerald of despair
Looking out, but nobody cares
Just empty stairs
Window shoppers with nothing in their wallets
Just empty pockets, sunken eye sockets
A box full of empty chocolates
Maybe this is the end
Unless you wanna pretend that it's not and we're gonna come out on top
How many influencers will it take to feel safe from the onslaught of garbage washing up?
Maybe this is the end
Unless you wanna pretend that it's not
I know you love me
I'm coming through the walls
Dripping credit cards overcharged
No one is running on the banks
Because they're scrolling into the gloom of doom
Everyone looks perfect
No wrinkles, no crinkles
No slinkles, blinkles, or wrinkles
Yo, check out those diamond-laced, million-dollar boxer trucks
I know you love me
And when she sees creases, she falls to pieces
That she can't pick up again
Until she has enough likes from all her peeps
Or maybe they're just prepaid bot friends
Maybe this is the end
Unless you wanna pretend that it's not
And we're gonna come out on top
I know you love me
Until you love me
I know you love me
Until you love me
I know you love me
What's up?
It's another heavy season
of people trying to break even
It doesn't take a reality show
to know that the status quo is demeaning
It also doesn't help to be
seething
Or bring things up while people are grieving
Or harboring any bad feelings
Seething
When the economy has everyone reeling
Even the fish aren't worth stealing
Full of heavy metals and formalin
Maybe this is the end
Unless you wanna pretend that it's not
And we're gonna come out on top
What are we gonna do?
Watch the world become Idiocracy 2?
Or step off the board that's holding these jokes?
Make a new choice
Use our outside voice
Take these companies to task
Have them pay for all their plastic trash
That they made at bottom dollar
In a country that couldn't turn away the offer
Stop wrapping processed food into packaging
Inside of more packaging
Make me
I know you love me
And have them finance a new healthcare system
And dismantle industrial farming
Maybe
Maybe this is the end
Maybe
Unless you wanna pretend that it's not