Colony Collapse

House of anger, tower of me

Observe the ritual, sowing the seed

See the tillerman tilling for me

Through the doldrum, the melancholy

The performance, the faith in his charms

'til we're wrapped in the weatherman's arms

Says collapse is coming

I tend to agree

Big rift, back shadow

Need a minute, man

I don't think I follow

No need to find out where the drift began

We will meet our ending hand-in-hand

Vast expanse, dark heaven above

Keep living but we don't make love

Lay down the burden, the guilt, and the shame

You were born to be a link in the chain

Another minute lurching, another end nearing

No cure for the disease of disappearing

But it's nothing that won't wash out in the rain

Don't wanna love, don't get it

Doesn't hang around, won't let us forget it

No need to find out where the rift began

We will meet our ending hand-in-hand

Turning inwards, look to space

Put us all in the nothing place

The big sin, the dawn of hate

It's quite clear, it's come too late

Diversion, misdirection and the great debate

With the stars falling downwards in their sevens and eights

And sit your body still, can't concentrate

We've been summoning the the will, but it's come too late

It's too late

Say never

Need a minute, man, can't hold it together

Need to find out where the drift began

We will meet our ending hand-in-hand