I don't believe that we can conceive

Of an afterlife that's meant to be perceived

Catastrophes, calamities, catastrophe

Everyone loves a tragedy

But there's guns, there's guns, guns, guns

Pointed at our head every time we close our eyes

But what are we, little folk

To do about this bakery full of lies?

We don't need no one to turn out the lights for us

When we go to sleep

Catastrophes, calamities in our dreams

When we dream we like to dream about tragedy and afterlife

A perceived reality, a tragedy, a catastrophe

Seems my life is only just pretend

And dreams are only what you make of them

And themes are reoccurring so often

If I were wise I'd see a trend

We don't need no one to turn out the lights for us

Arguing things that have never been said

The mail was empty, the books were unread

Progress hindered by arrogance

Inquiries made in present tense

Future stars will be twice as dense as ours

Twice as dense as ours

Repetition shoved down my throat

Answers given by anecdote

Crueler sonnets were never wrote at all

Never wrote at all

And it seems my life is only just pretend

And dreams are only what you make of them

And themes are reoccurring so often

If I were wise I'd see a trend

One, two, three, four

Progress hindered by arrogance

Inquiries made in present tense

Future stars will be twice as dense as ours

Twice as dense as ours

We don't need no one to turn out the lights for us

Arguing things that have never been said

The mail was empty, the books were unread

We don't need no one to turn out the lights for us

How can you sleep at a time like this?

The answer was pointless, the question amiss

To err while conscious the words a mistake

How can I afford to stay awake?