Lyrics

Fruit will always bruise, roses always lose their bloom But that don't mean the end is coming soon But all you have is your view and you never get off on better news Just jacking off to vile the bile and blues it's all that gets to you Now your perspective is plagued by an ego that can't see the day When gardens will turn green while yours starts to show its age But the ground you stand on is firm just like it was before you were born But you got the drips and the drips don't just go away The end's been near since we've been here Simple mystics sell simple fears Telling the same story for a million years The end ain't near