Après Moi, Le Déluge

Replace all thought

With witty remarks

A progressive march

A proper parade for a rainy day

Download and save our slippery souls

Invisible hands with the pipe of pan

We sing and dance for the fat of the land

Histories we've made

Fiction we create

Frame rate of our fame

A tricky task, a phantom's mask

Will make us mad and lonely

A king of fools to break the rules

And bend the bones to jewelry

A desperate parade is leading the way

Beating the humdrum of god's awful grace

Quiet violence normalized

Such a mundane suicide

Our saviors consumed

Orchestrated doom

What now shall we do?

Just laugh it off, a hollow cost

We're weak from weeks of purging

A gentle nudge a little love

Salvation must be lurking

Were all alone

All knowing and stoned

Impulsive control

Reverse the curse

Rev up the hearse

Cadavars are cavorting

Embrace our fate

And fade away

the great decay is holy

We must take comfort in mankind's demise

A spitting thrashing sacrifice

Our blood will boil with the sea

Our homes ride of disease

Our bodies without needs

Our flesh will feed the trees

Our nerves finally at ease

Our stories will make a glorious read

Our spirits finally free

Our love finally decreed