Guante - Letter of Resignation lyrics

I'm not naturally a nihilist But I can hear it, I just can't explain what the science is I can hear it humming in the depths, the drone The melody of emptiness, the music of black holes You want me to wear a name tag When someday I'll no longer be moving? You want me to punch in on time When the heat d**h of the universe is looming? You want me to do the dishes When ancient gods consider us less than slime? You want me to smile at the customers? Sorry boss I got bigger things on my mind A million years in the future Alien archaeologists are digging up the mall of america My skeleton is laughing hysterically Poetry carved into my bones very carefully Apparently the instruments tickle; Takin' flight like a paper kite on sonic vibrations and laser light They will scan every inch of my remains And take mental notes with their big computer brains They might find that I stood about five-nine And weighed about 90 kilograms while alive They might find that my skull cavity Was just big enough to fit a bunch of fantasies And a capacity for imagining something better Than the circumstances that my senses could register And if they look into my skull's steady gaze They might find the pocketful of f**s I never gave You want me to wipe the countertop? Have you even thought about the vast emptiness we're immersed in? You want me to tuck my shirt in When our victories are hollow and our doom is certain? Where is the god who created burger king And if he's so powerful why can't i get a raise? You want me to come in on saturday? Sorry boss i got bigger things on my plate So when you ask me about my plan B I just hope you can see why I'm laughing Y'all are scared of the bill collector I'm scared of the immensity of space/time I'm scared of my propensity to waste time On stuff like bein' scared, I'd run but there's nowhere to escape time And that's why I took a lotta break time ‘Cause who cares if customers are impatient: Our whole existence is a millisecond in infinity So they can hurry up and get to waitin' I'm sayin' you want Me for your workforce or whatever? Picture me givin' a damn; I said pa** what you owe me For this whole week and i'm gone On some homie, see you when we reach the beyond If there is one... daydreams are insidious When the architexture of your heart is non-euclidian