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To An Omega Point
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As we blunt ourselves to an omega point of no return
Humanity burns
Forever burns
The pyromaniacs of galaxies. These ugly eruptions
And unplanned supernovas
Bent on social destruction.
As conflicting Gods scatter the ashes
Of civilisations over the ruins of ancient cities
Filling and rotting the lungs
With the residue saturating future generations
As stars twist and loop and spin in their graceful dance,
Around cold black space,
It’s an ugly romance.
Beacons in the night, a guiding hope for lost souls,
The same journey of those before,
And those that follow.
As we spiral on our own hopeless trajectories
Hurtling towards our end.
From the infinity of all that was.
And the what could have been.
The strands of time knotted around our throat
Choking reason
Suffocating hope
Fastened like a noose hanging our worthlessness,
Tightening faith
Constricting purpose.
Don’t forget your place in the enormity of it all
The fraction of a fraction
You’ll never make a stand before your fall,
As you’re an action to a reaction
But take comfort in the pointlessness of it all, however.
For we can live, and love, and die, and burn and be forgotten. Together.
For we can live, and love, and die, and burn and be forgotten. Together.
For we can live, and love, and die, and burn and be forgotten. Together.
For we can live, and love, and die, and burn and be forgotten. Together.
For we can live, and love, and die, and burn and be forgotten. Together.
For we can live, and love, and die, and burn and be forgotten. Forever.
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As we blunt ourselves to an omega point of no return
Humanity burns
Forever burns
The pyromaniacs of galaxies. These ugly eruptions
And unplanned supernovas
Bent on social destruction.
As conflicting Gods scatter the ashes
Of civilisations over the ruins of ancient cities
Filling and rotting the lungs
With the residue saturating future generations
As stars twist and loop and spin in their graceful dance,
Around cold black space,
It’s an ugly romance.
Beacons in the night, a guiding hope for lost souls,
The same journey of those before,
And those that follow.
As we spiral on our own hopeless trajectories
Hurtling towards our end.
From the infinity of all that was.
And the what could have been.
The strands of time knotted around our throat
Choking reason
Suffocating hope
Fastened like a noose hanging our worthlessness,
Tightening faith
Constricting purpose.
Don’t forget your place in the enormity of it all
The fraction of a fraction
You’ll never make a stand before your fall,
As you’re an action to a reaction
But take comfort in the pointlessness of it all, however.
For we can live, and love, and die, and burn and be forgotten. Together.
For we can live, and love, and die, and burn and be forgotten. Together.
For we can live, and love, and die, and burn and be forgotten. Together.
For we can live, and love, and die, and burn and be forgotten. Together.
For we can live, and love, and die, and burn and be forgotten. Together.
For we can live, and love, and die, and burn and be forgotten. Forever.
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Goodbye Blue Monday Glasgow, UK
Misery-punk band from Glasgow/Edinburgh, Scotland on Make-That-A-Take Records.
"The most dangerous band in Scottish pop-punk"
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