Standing up tall
Now we can’t get any rest
Those were the terms;
The conditions were set.

So let’s dance around the parasite
And tell ourselves that it’s alright
She’s not coming back tonight
No, she’s not coming back tonight

So let’s sing a song for the olden days
And not give a shit if it goes both ways
And when our atoms all get replaced
We’ll meet again in that other place

Little white lies are just grains of sand
Biden to the oceans’ command
I hope I speak in a way you understand
This wasn’t what I planned

The serpent rose from the water deep
And put the costal shelves to sleep
And opened up its mouths to speak--
What was heard made my heart leap

“The tragedy of man
Is they did it with their own hand
And if given another chance
They’ll surely do it again.”

And in the valley of my slowly flooding memory
The storm couldn’t put out the heat
A white lie for the poor guy--
He dead, he dead.

And all the computer started talking--
As all the serpents came together--
And as all the lines were measured--
Every word was in its place.