Turn out the light
I want to take a look outside
To see the blue and mellow
distance-thinned out dots of these
civilizational pores pass by
What is it that makes you feel so flat
so flatly embraced by the end
No light switch in sight
Hard time to sleep inside
To dream of truth, the shallow
distant pinned-down plans and grief
built on a century’s end oh my
What is it that makes you feel so flat
So flatly embraced by the end
What is it that makes you feel so flat
So flatly embraced by the end
By the end, by the end, by the end
What is it that makes you feel so flat
So flatly embraced by the end
What is it that makes you feel so flat
So flatly embraced by the end
By the end
By the end