The End Is NIGH

And the hipsters are all stuck in traffic
with their cigarettes and opinions

Only talking amoungest themself and each other
They lose what sense they had on dreams
Grasping reality to the 10th degree
Since the end is nigh

The END is NIGH

Nightly struggleing to see you
My suit all in black so you can only see my smile
My fingers yellow from all the chain smoking I did writing this ode to an angel (you, My desired Love)
for my responsiblity towards the world and to Her

The END is NIGH

As a writier I leave only a few peieces of paper behind
With some ashes of past cigarettes and unfinished works

I remember
The END is NIGH
After the SUN heated HIGH
The MOON sparkled and DIED
The END is NIGH