(swing metal)

• What will become of this world, when all the dances are danced, all the songs are sung, all the money is spent, all the churches are burned, all the pot is smoked, stds are spread, the babies are all orphaned, all the coats are tacky, all the shoes have no laces, all the sinners have no regret, all the believers have no idols, all the water has no current, all the fire has no heat, all the earth has no soil, all the sky has no air, all the trees have no leaves, all the ink is spilled, all the chimps are free, all the cuts infected, and all the rain is acidic. There will still be me, and the spirit of the free. Forever left on the shelf of religion, ready and waiting for whoever is ready willing and able. We can’t taste your lies.
• What will become of this world? When it all crashes down I’ll stand and watch it all crash down, by myself, with my spoon. And everyone will ask me what does it all mean, and I’ll say nothing much, my spoon’s ok, and don’t you ever forget we don’t stop for death.
• Hold onto thy spoon, and never let it go, never let it show, never let them know