Baba Brinkman - Last Days lyrics

I feel my words add up to one thing, and that's nothing I'm struggling and searching; I'm verbal axe-juggling Stumbling and lurching, my syntax troubling I'm Busting verses, trying to capture something Subtle about the rapture and pa**ionate suffering Attached to the cluttered path of cash coveting Corruption contaminates the task of governing Consumption demands ma**ive gas guzzling With hands tied up in the act of a**-covering Above I see the sword of Damocles hovering Assa**ins set to dispatch another king As the pendulum swings, feel the plastic smothering Sending some scuttling back under mother's wing Others stand muttering, watching sand crumbling Castles come crashing to land, their plans tumbling I can't help wondering how the dream was k**ed It's like the frame was built weak, but it seemed so real I blame myself and accept the shame and guilt For being a training-wheel, out to gain the sk**s To play the game well and chase fame and wealth The same as everyone else; yeah, it strained my health To remain in the filth, but the pains I felt Didn't move me to action, and plus I knew this would happen But this stupid attraction to hubristic pa**ions Grew, and through attachment I flew into a trap and Couldn't clue into the fact of the illusion's enchantment Until I sat on the ruins of the last human advancement A loon laughing alone in a thousand-room mansion With computers, fax, and phones used to grow food plants in The last bastion, what remains of humanity Madness rages in a string of profanity All that's left of an age of insane vanity Condensed into one case of vain insanity I scream and complain to the rainforest canopy My name and DNA chain aborts, vanishing As animals watch the last corpse from Titanic sink The planet thinks: "Finally, man is extinct" And begins replenishing all the damaging things That we did with our hands while micromanaging Now we're back to the last days of weapon brandishing When we still have a chance to change; come back from the brink And cancel that command on the satellite link It's like, the battles of right-wing fascist militants Remind me of mankind's past irrelevance You can wipe us all out like Florida brown pelicans And it won't necessarily spell the end of mental elegance We feel these evolutionary arrogant elements But as long as there's still chimps, dolphins and elephants Or any mammal animal with strands of intelligence Language and culture eventually will swell again I can't tell you when, but I know it's possible So let's drop the bull: this show is stoppable But all in all I'd rather outgrow the obstacles Than start all over from go; that's so illogical For us to make progress, though, the soul has got to flow And soldiers have got to slow down and start talkin' peace Part of the problem seems to be with corporate greed But they're all just people with kids they got to feed Lost in a colossal sea of private property And can't see the forest for the trees, just frogs asleep In a pot of deep water, boiling hotter Soil erosion problems, oil and slaughter Destroy and prosper, spoil and conquer Enjoy it while it lasts, boys, it wont be much longer