The end is coming closer, I can see it crystal clear
It's like a deer's in the headlights with a belly full of beer
And a body full of dread, and feet full of lead
And a head full of glass and the metal it met
The sky is fuckin' falling, I can feel it overhead
So get ready for a yearning for your belly full of bread
Let's go back to the day when the world wasn't hot
And nobody even cared about it a lot
Those were the days, somebody will say about today
When they can't enjoy the world like we may
But it's already here, year after year
We can already tell that it's about to be hell
And if things are scarce now, then I don't wanna look
I guess I'll bury myself in the excuse of a book
That explains all the details except for the one
That makes every politician fear the fate that's become
I guess I just can't see
Any good light and any positivity
I guess I just can't see
Half of everybody even dealing with the reckoning
I guess I just can't see
Having kids in a place like this
I guess I just can't see
Them living the life and not regretting the shit
I tried to buy a shirt but it was made inside a foreign place
I wonder should I buy it if I cannot pronounce the name
And I decided I should probably just wait
And I decided I should probably just
I tried to buy a rug but the owner was an honest man
14 hour days made with patience and hardened hands
No days off on a hill in Pakistan
How else they gonna make that money man
I tried to justify every evil of economy
Instead I drank a full fifth of a commodity
And now my mirror is harsh and staring back at me
I guess that's just the thing
I guess I just can't see
Any good light and any positivity
I guess I just can't see
Half everybody even dealing with the reckoning
I guess I just can't see
Having kids in a place like this
I guess I just can't see
Them living the life and not regretting the shit
