There's not much to say about the end of days It's okay but it's the same sideways But there's a use in standing up straight If all i can do is be the magnitude of my haze Alone in a building of brutalist style I transform my thoughts onto each tile But in my haze i don't see what's easily spanned 'Cause my thoughts exceed the tiles and gee, i'm reduced again He's in the clouds and honestly I hail herm but herm don't hail me I hail herm but Hermitian philosophy The conjugate's not what it's assumed to be Alone in a building by some architect I wonder if they know my thoughts don't fit For the shapes are just far too cubic It's making me sick, the way they twist my thoughts upon it Talking small talk politics Herm says my opinions ain't worth shit Herm says my opinions ain't worth And honestly I'm in the clouds And up here small talk's amplified so loud He's in the clouds and honestly I hail herm but herm don't hail me I hail herm but Hermitian philosophy The conjugate's not what it's assumed to be