[Chris Hannah]
We describe the sensation
As a tearing in our chests and there is
A quality in Freiburg's father’s
Post-war wail that reaches
Through the world's worst speakers
And beseeches
Anyone who happens by
On their way to somewhere else
Clicking through the endless screens
For the garbage on the shelves
Reflections of ourselves
To consider the cost of all this shit we seem to think
Will fill our perforated souls
We're more hole than human being
Can’t wash away that stink

13 billion years in the making
A live, unfiltered moment
An unscripted encroachment
Upon the province of routine evil
Of all-too-human people
So pious, so peaceful
So quick to turn on you

Thought I was fucking outta here
Two middle fingers in the air
Then like a mile-wide meteor
He came crashing through my door
That's just how it goes
And everybody knows
Ain't too much can be done

All the avarice and greed
And puny human hatreds
That dare to come between two human hearts
I try not to live in fear
I'm truly grateful
For every happy moment here
Upstairs I hear her voice
She's softly singing
To him and I come undone
Something wicked this way comes

That's just how it goes
And everybody knows
Ain’t too much can be done