Re-Emerging Signs of the Apocalypse

I watched the empire fall

While I was waiting on a tire rotation

Or was it on the day

That I met my exe's shaman?

Either way, it's just a bit mundane

I remember as a kid

Mobile classroom, holding hands

Young Christians with good intentions

Calling for a stranger's head

I found it all just a bit too much

So I got stoned to laugh it off

I coughed up blood on the casino tile

Red and white, just like the fear that's in my eyes

I can see the things I've wasted

And I'm a part of the equation

It's corrective lens and chipped glass

Rubber bullets flying by

It's someone drowning in the tear gas

Hum along to the hypersonic cry

Saying, "Come eat us alive"

It's a childhood friend

Holding tight onto his gun

Wrote a letter to a judge

To try to help him keep his son

And now he's in an unmarked van, stealing children off the street

So I got stoned and opened up my mouth

A feigned surprise when no sound came out

It feels like clawing out my eyes

The knowing nod, and the urge to disappear again

So I kill the things I wanted

Collective shrug

The pendulum swings

It's like I'm fighting off the bends and singing

Asking aloud

"What about me?"

"Don't I deserve to be happy?"

But your happiness is a war crime

There's 10k more on the chalk lines

Wish they'd come in the night

And let the optimist die

I pray to god that we go quick

Let's not romanticize about it

Just let the noise of the feedback start to rise

It still is the way it is

It had to balance in the end

And we're a part of the equation

We're a part of the equation

We're a part of the equation

We're a part of the equation

We're a part of the equation

We're a part of the equation

We're a part of the equation

We're a part of the equation

We're a part of the equation