The beat drops
And uncertainty looms
Futures predicted
Ridiculous in their polyester getups
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Sleuths will pursue the annals of this time
Lost for meaning and reason
A species wandering aimless
With nuclear weapons and edible panties
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The bass resonates
And we still fuck up
We’ve perfected napalm
Rocket launched and on sale!
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If we survive, the starships will coast
Planet to moon to asteroid
Trying to forget, like awkward teen years,
We their dumbass forbearers
