Doom Days

When I watch the world burn All I think about is you When I watch the world burn All I think about is you There must be something in the Kool-Aid Cruising through the doom days God knows what is real and what is fake Last couple years have been a mad trip But how'd y'all look so perfect? You must have some portraits in the attic We'll stay offline so no one gets hurt Hiding from the real world Just don't read the comments ever, ever We fucked this house up like the planet We were running riot Crazy that some people still deny it Think I'm addicted to my phone My scrolling horror show I'm live-streaming the final days of Rome One tab along, it's pornographic Everybody's at it No surprise we're so easily bored Let's pick the truth that we believe in Like a bad religion Tell me all your original sins So many questionable choices We love the sound that our voice makes Man, this echo chamber's getting loud We're gonna choose the blue pill We're gonna close the curtains We're gonna rabbit hole down, third act love now She's gonna flip some tables I'm gonna move this tale on We're gonna rabbit hole down, third act love now We'll be the proud remainers Here 'til the morning breaks us We run away from real life, thoughts tonight We're gonna Peter Pan out Fade to the close-up, arms 'round We're gonna stay naive tonight, night, night When I watch the world burn All I think about is you When I watch the world burn All I think about is you You, you, you, you All I think about is you So I put my phone down Fall into the night with you