(Don Breithaupt)

Look into your crystal ball
Tell me what you see
Maybe another week
Another century
Say hello to Mr. Hall
Take door #3
The prize is a hunter moon
With a side of anarchy

These are the last days of Pompeii
Say goodnight
This is the encore
And end of days
Please will the last one out of L.A.
Kill the light
Let history have its way
Let history have its way

There is no more medicine
There is no more sun
And we ran out of irony
In the fall of ’21
Say goodbye to everything
That doesn’t leave you numb
You’re left with a melody
And the ghost that you’ve become

Rain or shine
You go down to the water
Just to prove you’re alive
You can’t hear me
But what does it matter now
In ’35