It's an ever evolving joke
and an ever fouling breath
Breathed by sore and cut throats

An era lurking on the horizon
An era born from closing eyes

This end is born from our own hands

An ever evolving joke
An ever fouling breath

An ever evolving joke
An ever fouling breath

Oh how could we know
Our voices were the swan song of the universe

Oh how could we have known
Our singing voices were the swan song of the universe

You.. You don't bleed from your father's wounds
So don't carry his fucking sword into war