Every chandelier of every twinkling golden year Has gathered dust And no one can reach up that far Every chardonnay of every weekend getaway Has turned to piss Trickling in the reservoir All This Will End We're hurtling around the sun All This Will End A shopping mall, the Parthenon Every candle lit for every god or cancer kid Has flickered out And no one ever heard the prayer Every candidate on every major syndicate Is filled with doubt Along with every tax-payer All This Will End We're flotsam locked into a groove All This Will End Cause of a tantrum, the sun thru[?] All This Will End The sun will soon consume us all All This Will End Meteors, wrecking balls