Stars Are Exploding

Early tomorrow I am disgusting
Phantoms and subways
Clustered hallucinations

The sky is spitting thunderbolts at random intervals
The wind breaks its course like a blinded feral dog
Our guardian angels turn their backs with shame, not disgust
Although I am afraid, I will stay
The mountains turn to beachfront and the beach does wash away
The clouds conceal an evil plot we only contemplate
The golden hair of angels spindles plastic and disease
Although I am afraid, I will stay

Synthetic valleys
Synthetic mountains
We walk together through horror and sickness

The sky is spitting thunderbolts at random intervals
The wind breaks its course like a blinded feral dog
Our guardian angels turn their backs with shame, not disgust
Although I am afraid, I will stay
The mountains turn to beachfront and the beach does wash away
The clouds conceal an evil plot we only contemplate
The golden hair of angels spindles plastic and disease
Although I am afraid, I will stay

Plastic virtues around every corner
Stars are exploding, but in exploding, they die