Eke out a little existence
this is the realm where no one’s listening
Tear off the masks!
there’s nothing really left so it’s time
to dig through the ashes
and reassess

there’s snow overhead
maybe we don’t need a radio
do people still know morse code
in the post-apocalyptic future?

/

Enough, right now it’s ground zero
there’s no time to build a memorial
so grab your guns and get moving

/

When I let someone pervade every bit of the world
then every bit of the world seems to laugh in my face
it’s like I’m George Bailey but I have no Clarence
so I keep trudging in the same cursed parade

and I never liked being on display
like a tiger in a cage
carving a line in the ground where I pace

but the cage of fibs is lying in splinters
it can’t keep the monster contained

the illusion was about maintaining control
it should have been letting go
because nothing remains pristine
and even new feelings get old

;

Ok