World Series

The sun and the moon
 Have burned each other out to soon
 So sell me some doom
 Because I'm the only eyes wide open in the room
 Undress the truth
 So I can have the feeling that it has been used
 Alone you sit
 Your heart bleeds quiet
 You seem afraid
 Loose lips sink ships!
 You have no grip
 Don't you know?
 You're gonna die die die all alone
 The look on your face
 Has been making me lose sleep for days
 Asleep in the haze
 In the middle of where everything is gray
 The games that we play
 Are gonna be the death of us someway... somehow
 And I've been told about
 How the dawning of the hour is finally here.
 (And) I could sing out loud
 If only the mighty and proud would all just disappear
 Did someone open an undertow?
 Or is this drowning feeling typical?
 It isn't really who you know
 It's how blatantly artistic you're completely hypocritical
 Don't you know you're gonna die die all alone?
 Let this fire cover your vision for disintegration is a gift (this is a supernatural pandemic)