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