There There by Leathered

There, there. So it’s true -
the world is ending. So it goes, let’s stop pretending.
it’s alright.

There, there.
Cross the ties that bind you tightly to the ghosts that haunt you nightly;
You’ll be fine.

There, there.
Babies cry, and no one hears.
In an empty room somewhere, there’s no one left.

There, there. Darling,
nothing lasts so long. Just forget that something’s wrong,
don’t be scared.

I heard the rumors (that the cities are burning),
I saw the collapse (of society) -
I know the hounds of hell are at our heels (the flames are burning);

there isn’t any real meaning to this,
there are no reasons, for this history of harm.
My friends, this is no time to acquiesce:
there is no grand design...

there, there.

• Rock
• garage punk
• post-punk
• punk
• rock and roll
• shoegaze
• Brooklyn