It's twelve o'clock, it's late to pray,
Put on a gas mask, it's black rain.
This is the game the titans play,
They don't care about people's pain.
The end of the world is a show.
The TV shows Swan Lake instead
Of a theater that burns like straw
While the puppeteer tears his beard.
For space it's appendicitis.
Why doesn't the surgeon come back?
Demiurge likes how the world bleeds,
That's why Cain got Abel attacked.
We're back to zero, and it's time
To write the gospel of Noah,
Who jerks off hidden underground,
Feeling like he's the chosen one.