Getting rich selling junk food to poor folk
Or poor cleaning rich people's ****,
Your dreams get in tune while you're sleeping at night
To the beat of the futility loop.

Fool!
(that's me)
Worship the futility loop!
It's my way!

Ok.
Who am I to doubt?

Wash dishes clean laundry
Wipe **** cook soup
Welcome to the deep futility loop
Worship doomed celestial bodies
Build a nest or fly the coop
Just wriggle in tune to the futility loop

They tell me my eternal soul
Will wear special, fancy shoes.
But that ain't enough to calm me down
From the <I don't ever wanna die> blues

Constantly with the old trick,
Look up--see the ceiling is really the floor!

Comfortable with the
Rug Pullers Rag
Enough so that
The feet ask the eyes
To check walls and ceilings for nails
Able to lose or gain any floor

Staying as loose,
As the ceilings, floors and walls may fall.
Feet that leave or land
On any surface.

I'm too dumb to focus
But I pick things up.
Science guys say entropy
Is going on.
Time is the unwinding
Of entropy.
Makes sense to me
In that way that it makes sense that
Everything we know is false.
So we're just fingers and mouths
With a brain and muscles and teeth
For a reason.

If earth should be protected,
We are a scourge.
If earth is a mother,
We are a scourge.
We think we're caretakers
But we are a scourge.

Hu-Man, agent of Entropy. (<-- that thing to the left, try not to hate; it's kinda like a middle eight)

Maybe earth is something else
Or else we are a scourge.

Every day-
Same thing,
Same thing,
Same thing
Nobody expects it
And
BOOOM

If we do it,
If we bake it,
**** everything with our lifestyle,
Maybe we can at least leave
An indestructible obelisk.
Explain how we invented
This idea of profit.
Explain how it wasn't worth it,
We just got obsessed.
But put a joke at the end of the obelisk,
Leave'em laughing.
That's the Earth way.

All the points,
All the laundry,
Getting up is moot.
Welcome to the deep
Futility loop.