This is Final Call like it's Mission Hill,
Now we all missing meals,
Consider this a steal.
It's a buy one get none free,
Cuz we only had one,
now it's all done,
Sorry sons.
It's all gone,
Though it was fun,
We should be shunned,
Eaten by the sun -
Finishing my lungs.
Welcome to the End,
We can’t pretend
We didn’t see the descent.
Blinded by trends and friends,
Leaving it too late to mend.
Ruin it all,
Turning the scores
To make us poor,
Our star’s whores
Making Earth its bitch
Giving us that one last hit.
Let’s do it quick,
Done with this living bit.
Lets see the magic trick:
Disappear.
The land of Shakespeare,
And Ray Mears
Les Mis,
Fake beards,
Break tears,
Afraid o' fears,
Saying things sincere.
credits
from Denouement,
released January 25, 2018
San-Aqua
Australian singer-songwriter and producer blends moody hip-hop beats with swooning bedroom pop melodies; eerie, yet infectious. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 15, 2021