Subboreal

There's a faint longing for something that's long lost and gone

That you remember from another life

Another life, another time

Something quaint, something neat, must have been quite a treat

A shared conspiracy

Something not around, no more

Nothing lives, nothing breathes in this mire of disease

The deniers fled into the night

Don't know what is wrong or right

Something to be relived in psychedelic fever dreams

And cherished memories

Riddled by nostalgia, did you see?

Did you see, did you see this closing in?

Did you prepare yourself for the

Unfathomable, for the day?

For the day when this train went completely off the rails

And everything went up in flames

And nothing here would ever be the same

We've gotten used to the cues

Waiting for the next batch of bad news

Another bolt out of the blue

We're waiting for the next batch of bad news

We've gotten used to the simple fact

All we hold dear is hanging by a thread

And every haven that we fabricate

Can only be an intermittent space

We've gotten used to the simple fact

All we hold dear is hanging by a thread

And every haven that we fabricate

Can only be an intermittent space

We've gotten used to the simple fact

All we hold dear is hanging by a thread

And every haven that we fabricate

Can only be an intermittent space

We've gotten used to the cues

Waiting for the next batch of bad news

Another bolt out of the blue

We're waiting for the next batch of bad news

It's clear that you do have a strong tendency

To fall for conspiracy theories

Have you ever noticed the myths you believe

They grow on the soil of your own inner fears?

Brace yourself for the worst

Brace yourself for the worst

Now you're done

You've built your castle

All alone

To live in it

Now you're done

You've built your castle

All alone

To rot in it