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 conjugates not what it's assumed to be

Alone in a building by some architect
I wondеr if they know my thoughts don't fit
For the shapes arе 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 conjugates not what it's assumed to be