I Don't Believe That We Can Conceive

Of An Afterlife That's Meant To Be Perceived

Catastrophes, Calamities, Catastrophe

Everyone Loves A Tragedy



But There's Guns, There's Guns Guns Guns

Pointed At Our Head Every Time We Close Our Eyes

But What Are We, Little Folk

To Do About This Bakery Full Of Lies



We Don't Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us

When We Go To Sleep

Catastrophes, Calamities In Our Dreams 

When We Dream We Like To Dream About Tragedy And Afterlife

A Perceived Reality, A Tragedy, A Catastrophe



Seems My Life Is Only Just Pretend

And Dreams Are Only What You Make Of Them 

And Themes Are Reoccurring So Often

If I Were Wise I'd See A Trend 



We Don't Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us 

Arguing Things That Have Never Been Said

The Mail Was Empty, The Books Were Unread 



Progress Hindered By Arrogance

Inquiries Made In Present Tense

Future Stars Will Be Twice As Dense As Ours

Twice As Dense As Ours



Repetition Shoved Down My Throat

Answers Given By Anecdote

Crueler Sonnets Were Never Wrote At All

Never Wrote At All



And It Seems My Life Is Only Just Pretend

And Dreams Are Only What You Make Of Them

And Themes Are Reoccurring So Often

If I Were Wise I'd See A Trend



One, Two, Three, Four



Progress Hindered By Arrogance

Inquiries Made In Present Tense

Future Stars Will Be Twice As Dense As Ours

Twice As Dense As Ours



We Don't Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us 

Arguing Things That Have Never Been Said

The Mail Was Empty, The Books Were Unread 



We Don't Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us

How Can You Sleep At A Time Like This

The Answer Was Pointless, The Question Amiss

To Err While Conscious The Words A Mistake

How Can I Afford To Stay Awake