Well there's a crazy moon, been up all week

And it's messing with the things that I think and do

And I find myself staring at a screen

Wondering how far we've come since the death of cool

There ain't no targets to aim for

No more mountains to climb

At least they're not where they used to be

Why even keep it hard in a flat-lined world

Where every piece of dung is the next big thing

What's gonna happen now?

Will the good guys pull through somehow?

Stay tuned till next time and we'll see what's what

Now the boys upstairs with all their best and worst intentions

Know that chaos always wins out in the end

They don't got your back

So use your imagination

And be pretty goddamned careful how you choose your friends

So hold each other tight now and look into each other's eyes

Don't be too impressed with the ones above

'cause the world's getting shaved by another drunken barber

And you gotta build your trust with the ones you love

Well the lies keep coming tough

We need wings to stay above

Stay tuned till next time and we'll see what's what