Listen children, 
Don't give up on this world were livin in 
An endless [bad word] or beepin, countless digits 
Were prayin to god from these holes that were digin 
Oh I get get that it's all cataclysmic and someday we'll fall 
What good is a warning? 
Like old men before me, I'll rise up and meet the road. 
I have no fear of the crash of the tumblin market 
Why bother saving with holes in my pockets 
It's all a relic someday, 
We can not look back and wonder what money paid for. 

Oh, gone lover, it's never the words that we see 
There's nothing new I would gladly talk through 
Tin cans with some strings tied between 
Over land over sea 
They'll threaten you as far as their gun can reach 
Don't think about it, or what allowed it 
Just enlighten 
What do I worship, send me my options 
There's already too much, too much too often 
They say peace is warring, if that much is [bad word] 
Why am I [bad word] to what's in pursuit? 
I don't know 

Oh now the moon is shaking 
Watch it as his mothers taken 
Stock of water has been done (?) 
Soo more 

I have no fear of the crash of the tumblin market 
Why bother saving with holes in my pockets 
There's too many lovers that don't mean a thing 
We should carve our initials into the machine 
Cause it's all a relic someday, 
We can not look back and wonder what money paid for