Like A Rolling Stone
If you last in the coming ordeal,
At the end, life will seem pretty real:
You’ll be on your own,
Like a rolling stone;
Tell me, how does it feel?
Ballad of a Thin Man
You’re feeling it deep in your bones,
But denial only postpones;
Something’s happening here:
Soon we’ll all disappear—
You don’t know, do you, Mister, Jones?
If nature’s way’s singing a song,
Nature’s way tells us something is wrong;
And not only that,
But when Nature’s at Bat,
Nature tells us we don’t have that long.
Heat which will make us passe
Is threatening our lives today;
When temperatures swelter,
We’re not getting shelter—
Yeah, we’re gonna fade away.
Knockin' On Heaven's Door
We don’t need our guns anymore
Because we’re already done for;
It’s getting hard not to see
That with NTE,
We’re knockin’ on heaven’s door.
Our end was completely unplanned,
And takes thinking to understand;
Heavy thoughts tonight,
Dreams of things that will bite:
Exit light, enter night—take my hand.
3/5 Of A Mile In 10 Seconds
For collapse’s musical chairs,
A place which the doomer prepares
Is where people don’t scoff
Or just blow us off,
And other doom freaks share our cares.
Mom's gonna fix it all soon:
From what’s coming, no one’s immune;
In our new frontier,
Armageddon is near,
And for us, that’s inopportune.
She will flush every fucking maroon
From this sideshow of freaks saloon;
Here’s where the trip quits
For dumbfounded dip shits:
Mom’s gonna fix it all soon.
Now it’s time, sweet dreams, sleep tight,
Evolution turns out our light:
Our race has been run;
Good night, everyone,
Everyone. Everywhere. Good night.