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Empty Bottles
by Glasshealer
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All the frost thawed out
Inconsequential to the sovereign ground
Cyclones and broken chains
All but extinguishing the western flame
Seismic rattles, falling rubble
Embers cloud the sky in plastic smoke
No trees left to breathe
And all we’ve got left are jokes
Oh
Ain’t that apocalyptic?
But let's just all hang out
Empty bottles of self-indulgence
Drown out our muffled shouts
Steady onto a fateful path, all transmissions die
An inescapable meteor shower of plunging satellites
Tectonic convulsions knock and rift apart two sides
A mammoth chemical wave arrives with nowhere left to hide
Mining for the profit but greed doesn’t matter when there’s bleach in your lungs
Far atop the other but clout doesn’t matter when there’s no drinking water
A prestige badge of a profitable minority, a heavy shadow we all must carry
Oh
Ain’t that apocalyptic?
But let's just all hang out
Empty bottles of self-indulgence
Drown out our muffled shouts
All the frost thawed out
Inconsequential to the sovereign ground
Cyclones and broken chains
All but extinguishing the western flame
Seismic rattles, falling rubble
Embers cloud the sky in plastic smoke
No trees left to breathe
And all we’ve got left are jokes
Oh
Ain’t that apocalyptic?
But let's just all hang out
Empty bottles of self-indulgence
Drown out our muffled shouts
Steady onto a fateful path, all transmissions die
An inescapable meteor shower of plunging satellites
Tectonic convulsions knock and rift apart two sides
A mammoth chemical wave arrives with nowhere left to hide
Mining for the profit but greed doesn’t matter when there’s bleach in your lungs
Far atop the other but clout doesn’t matter when there’s no drinking water
A prestige badge of a profitable minority, a heavy shadow we all must carry
Oh
Ain’t that apocalyptic?
But let's just all hang out
Empty bottles of self-indulgence
Drown out our muffled shouts
