It feels like
Inflation of the cosmos
From the suns to the microbes
It's trouble, a bubble of staggering proportions
Hysteria and mass psychosis
Another breath and he'll destroy us
Four billion years in a flash flood
You say it's not fair, it's cold-blooded
Experimenting in some tough love
It feels like
We're just another apparatus
Making sludge from the stardust
We're trouble, a bubble with chilling inclinations
For destroying all creations
A bloodlust for revelations
Four billion years in a flash flood
You say it's not fair, it's cold-blooded
Experimenting in some tough love
Another word and then goes out the light
A few million years of standing upright
You say it's not fair, it's not right
But what to do with a parasite
When the time is getting closer
And we've got nowhere to go
No causes we can stand for
No getting 'round what we now know
Will you make another promise
That you know you'll never keep?
Will you long for more possessions
That you know you'll never need?
Oh 'cause it feels like
We're always running round in circles
From our feet and to our brain cells
Oh it's trouble, a bubble that's 'bout to burst wide open
Not much to do, we got the short end
But just imagine what we could've been
Four billion years in a flash flood
You say it's not fair, it's cold-blooded
Experimenting in some tough love
Another word and then goes out the light
A few million years of standing upright
You say it's not fair, it's not right
But what to do with a parasite
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