Writer: Mitchell Dague, Dane Broussard, Dakota Koll
Composer: Mitchell Dague, Dane Broussard, Dakota Koll
Lyrics
The world is over, there's no more hope
The cell phone junkies need another swipe to cope
While everyone's consumed with their feed and their drink
It gives me time to sit back and think
How the nothing is so pointless
So rest in peace
Cry out loud into the dismal darkness
Chant the song, it's the sorrow of the meek
Mouth full of cancer
No sufficient answer
The world is more than it seems
Life is death a bullet to the chest
Running around here like I'm strung out on meth
Laugh out loud if you know my name
Cuz I'm the king of the living strange
Strategizing how to make a point
Contemplate life and death
Burn another one down
And live in existential doubt
Cuz the world seems nice until you bite into the apple
And the maggots have taken over
Hope is gone with the wind like your childhood dreams
Cuz now you're just another cog in their machine