Listening to the sweet sound of oblivion coming, as the end of times approaches. Waiting peacefully in the decaying relic of the point of which it will all start.
For those that don't know I'm just watching the election in America.
And leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable
So let the light touch you so that the words spill through
And let the past break through, bringing out our hope and reason