Happy Ending by Finn Martin

Time to pack it up looks likely we all done here
Worn out welcomes hyping all the dumb cheer
When the one fear is getting trapped behind palace gates
Quantum mechanically picking out the alley way

It’s like a bunch of bars getting hit by balls
Then disappear that’s the game boy it’s not her fault
It’s fucking cheers when the colony is funding the pump
Like Sallie Mae charging double just to fuck you up

They want us trapped in a bubble it’s all soap and suds
Before they fly us into rubble just to soak the rugs
Ninety percent is wishful hope and duds
Motherfuckers always try to out cope the buzz

With a couple injections and a sobering cough
Trying to learn the humble lessons and grow the bog
You always fumble the bag try not to blow the top
You better keep the weapons clean without showing them off

There is zero hesitating once the bombs are falling
We are little insignificant ants all crawling
Feeling like a bunch of fat peter piper police
Or on the other side a bunch of whining crowley’s

Waking up dazed in their little quiet war
That is filled with silent weapons using friendly force
defenestrated videos will hype the board
Now they hold their meetings sitting on the ground floor

Look at us now we are all on drugs
Done the least amount of damage just smoking bud
Trying to resupply the planet with some hope and love
And if not we just rope it off ( fuck it )

VERSE 2

Sometimes I feel like Edgar Allen Poe meets Dali
With a little scar face mixed with the wits of Pauly
Shore man nevermore get too salty
He will put the mask on when the raven’s calling

Imagine thinking that the grave is haunted
I don’t even feel like you are up to save this pollen
But the heart always beats underneath the cauldron
When they take to the streets to release the squadron

Don’t get wrapped up in between all the meter whores
Put it to a test and we’ll see who is fiending more
Living out your best seems to be a different feeling for
sweeping up the trash we’ll stash it underneath the floor

Please check the leaderboard plebs they playing for points
Excellence is in the backseat straight begging for joints
Setting up the next best thing that nobody likes
Sacrifice a little resting for the future might

Be the best play since Y2k
And until my future home in outer space is made
A final place to play fall asleep and maybe
I guess that all depends on who we slay

Waking up dazed in their little quiet war
That is filled with silent weapons using friendly force
defenestrated videos will hype the board
Now they hold their meetings sitting on the ground floor

Look at us now we are all on drugs
Done the least amount of damage just smoking bud
Trying to resupply the planet with some hope and love
And if not we just rope it off ( fuck it )

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