doomsday
apocalypse
the end of all mankind

and womankind

and dating

and lust

so you cheer for the bomb
push the button
let it fall from the sky

push her button
let the angel fall from the heavens

let the fire rain down
rain down
rain
rain rain go away let me feel my soul today
robotic death cold and gray
emptiness eats me away

robotic death cold and gray
entropy yields decay
so cold and alone in space
so cold
so cold that you yearn for the fire of destruction
the funeral fire
the pyre that consumes your life
maybe you can feel the truck hit you
even if you can't feel the person next to you

so cold is the robot's metallic skin that you long to feel the fire of the blast
boooooooommmm
disco is born in the collapse of an old star and the birth of the son
first son
but never good enough
a disappointment, but there is still hope for his brother

why bother?

she loved you yeah yeah yeah, but now the beatles broke up
and you're paul mccartney and you have to stop eating meat
so you sleep with yoko ono, but ringo still gets the girls
and you keep hearing bad cover songs by punks who think they know what you were trying to say
but they don't know
how could they?
they never went to england
least of all with one they loved
or so you thought
but couldn't tell
because you
don't know
what love
is

testicles release hormones into the bloodstream
she releases you into the world again
and now you're just one person
and you're alone again
like in second grade
only without the aid of the ninja turtles...
although mario didn't abandon you, but maybe that is because you and he were meant for one another
destined to be together forever
or so you imagine when you're fourteen
then you go to kiss her good night and she rejects you
so you keep going out in order to keep up appearances
but soon the halcyon days of your youth have past you and you're dead and you never found anyone who loves you without cause
but so many claimed that they would
only to turn out to be... what?
liars? incorrect? motivated by paternal instinct? spurred on by romantic fantasy? a social construct invented to keep people from worrying about death too much?
i don't know anymore
maybe there is love, just not forever
or maybe it is forever, i just haven't found it
or maybe i found it, but i don't want to face it
because unconditional is another way of saying its your own damn fault when it falls apart

only you can walk away
only you can stop loving
only you couldn't love in the first place

teach me
teach me to love
teach me to ignore chemical impulses
teach me to exist outside of the parameters i am placed in
help me see your beauty and make me beautiful for you

kill me
enslave me
there alone will i find my freedom
under chains of gossamer
with a burden of love

put the button away
i don't need to push it
throw the button to the fish
i don't need to smell it
i don't want to push it anymore
but not i
that outside of myself which comes into me
kills me
mortifies my anger
pacifies the rage
calms me

go ahead
push the button
it isn't connected anymore
<ahhhh>
that feels better.