Waste Mountain

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lyrics

Apocalypse is not a fist
A boot to throat cease or desist
No sudden brakes no snapping neck
No flash of light no burning death
A slow and steady upward climb
The summit is the end of time

In the shadows of cold space there stands a mountain made of waste
We did it
We did it

When we make it to the top we’ll look around and know we’re fucked
We did it
We did it

When time slows and all is lost we’ll say we’ve known it all along
We did it
We did it
We did it
We didn’t

Burning rubber for the heat
It all played out predictably
Tight grip on the steering wheel
Pedal floored to molten steel
Sitting here in luxury
Driving toward infinity

No chance to avoid the doom so we press onwardz in our tombs
We did it
We did it

The mountain grows as our brains shrink, we keep on climbing we can’t think
We did it
We did it

We’ll suffocate on our own waste, the atmosphere up there’s unsafe
We did it
We did it
We did it
We didn’t

The stars up here are so pretty, we would say if we could see
But our eyes have just burst, spread upon this new-made hearse
Feel the air so fresh and cold, if our bodies hadn’t boiled
Not alive but sure not dead we’ve become something else instead

Car is starting to tilt down, doesn’t matter cause we’re gone
Picking up speed as it passes centuries of waste
Who would throw out a full wedding cake?
Just one more piece added to the heap

Thinking that we had it right our journey turned into a fight
Ground grows near as axles snap we’re gliding down on so much crap
As we surf on the trash wave we’ve got four wheels in the grave
What’s that right across from us, another mountain turned to dust
To dust...

Endless mountains of our bullshit
Filled with nothing but our remnants
Always present to remind us
Of the shit we fill our lives with

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from The Musicians LP, released February 26, 2013

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