another day out here in the great extinction
the human race around a prison system
i'll be ok if i can keep on drinking
and blur the universe back to oblivion
i do my best out here in double vision
dizzy through the suicide city ruin
they climb till they fall
and take us all down with them
to the bottoms of our bottles
and the holes we've been digging them
i work in reverse
tending my zen garden of end blossoms
until i understand why everything has to hurt
ozymandius stands in the sands of history
and the winds have erased the face of a king
man moved on with the mother of industry
machining a means to reject responsibility
another day in the great extinction
the human race around a broken system
i'll be ok if i can keep on drinking
and blur the universe back to oblivion
between these commercial storms
we don't see the billboards change
time is just a worm
inching through my brain