
Here comes the end
Of the future, if we're already goners
Why wait any longer
For something to crack open?
Here comes the end
I brought no offering, I lied to my confessor
I fear small children
I fear curious elders
I meant to sing the truth
But the truth didn't rhyme
You, unknowable, a sly moon smile
Call me holy, throw another poem into the fire
Here comes the end
No white ship, no sunset
I could fake wise, make brave eyes
But I know nothing
I was never trying to be saved or do the saving
Only meant to sing the truth
When the truth didn't rhyme
I'll take what I deserve, I'll bide my time
Call me holy, throw another poem into the fire
The fire
Oh, I meant to sing the truth
But the truth didn't rhyme
You, unknowable, a sly moon smile
Call me holy, throw another poem into the fire
The fire
The fire