Apocalypse Politics

The clouds spell apocalypse

The clouds smell the politics

I meet so many people, i gave up on names

I figure that's okay 'cause i just call everyone "man" anyway

Rollin' over, rollin' over

Returning to the dream

Rollin' over, rollin' over

Returning to a dream

With the earth agree to circle any and all points

Can each be the center simultaneously

Our work continues ending to infinite variable speeds