The Fall

What could we all do to hasten the fall?
Well, I know my friend. Can't wait for the end
We do our best, but we won't get there in time
Pray for dystopia
Cut the subsea lines
Deliver disorder to the civilians
A more virulent pandemic?
A stellar bomb?
A supernova?
Our current actions are not enough at all

Do we still have time to change our minds?
Well, we fuel despair. We just pretend to care
We avoid evidence and head towards decline
The new utopia
Is to close your eyes
Deliver blindfolds free to a million
To pamper us in the solace
And the amenities
And the luxury
Our future actions will fly like dust in the wind

Let's shake that seismograph with the good old nuclear program
and tear the whole thing down

Now



Credits
Writer(s): Marco Gurtner
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