Running out of time our whole fucking lives and failure is our legacy

I'll lose my mind if I hear another line about the way it has to be

With no control or no remorse I can't tell which is worse

So tell me so tell me

Or sing me another lie - "everything will turn out fine"

To get me back to sleep

We're not ready for the crash

Last rites have been spoken

And the eulogy written

There's nothing left except the ceremony

With no candles to burn

Ano one to mourn for

The weak who inherit

What's left of this world

And the worst is yet to come

Sooner than you think