Let's burn down the bridges
and shootup the stars
wondering if, we'll ever get far
Dragging our tails
our feet through the mud
washing our hands, covered in blood
The world trying to **** us
Hawking told us too leave
this is something, I truly believe
Ever the end is nigh and near
comet, pandemic return
bacterial death or simply, too burn
Pack up your bags
search all that you know
no way to get there, nowhere to go
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC
Let's burn down the bridges
and shootup the stars
wondering if, we'll ever get far
Dragging our tails
our feet through the mud
washing our hands, covered in blood
The world trying to **** us
Hawking told us too leave
this is something, I truly believe
Ever the end is nigh and near
comet, pandemic return
bacterial death or simply, too burn
Pack up your bags
search all that you know
no way to get there, nowhere to go
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