Squashing insects beneath our fingers
No consideration for such little lives
Beneath us yet somehow still amusing
As you sit and wait for the day a deity arrives
The earth feels like it’s slowly stopping
Failing to keep its place in space and time
Yet out there there’s still a young one napping
The world turns out to be no nursery rhyme
Fireworks explode against a sunset
In the dying sky all flags turn to red
I can see the face of god and he’s laughing
Or perhaps it’s just us sick in the head
Deep down in the dark of the void
There’s girl there with hope for a fresh start
But where in this graveyard of feeling
Will she stumble upon a beating heart
