Erlking

Those 20 kids
Should be visiting colleges
And kissing in dim-finished basements

Erlking
Stowed away on wooden ships
In the nightmares of the Calvinists
It waited

Masks shattered, scorched lawns
The end times end, we all sing along
One short verse, 13 bars
The force of 50 collapsing stars
I hear it, that thrum of inconceivable instruments
We're well and truly fucked, my dear

The blank billboards still all lit up
Like windows to the tenth dimension
There is something
So much worse than the fear of fear
Glimpsed in a dented metal restroom mirror
Then forgotten

Black forests, small graves
It could have been any other way
That debt's due, take on more
We'll still retire to golden shores
He's our man, don't ask why
Forget who he molests, he's a hell of a guy

The kind you wanna crack a frosty beverage with
Neck in the back of his big car
That locket's a portal to an alien graveyard
And a barely-throttled sob

Masks shattered, scorched lawns
The end times end, we all sing along
One short verse, 13 bars
The force of 50 collapsing stars
I hear it, that thrum of inconceivable instruments
No shelter, no shade
It could have been any other way
Ooh-ooh
Oh-oh, oh

And it's a little late to be afraid
It's a little late