Sometimes I wonder about the life I live
What is the point of my existence?
I talked for hours about it with my friends
‘Everything’s a Thread’
Just like the Singers said
We had some questions about the mess we’re in
What is the point after the point of no return?
We know there’s darkness when the candle’s burned
Does the will to live
Sense a second age?

Death and taxes never stop
Rent is going up and we are praying
Yeah we are, we are all waiting on a miracle
We are we are waiting, y’know what I’m saying?
Don’t you falter don’t you stop
The only chance we got is if we’re playing
While we are, we are waiting on a miracle
We are we are waiting, y’know what I’m saying?

Been living in an algorithm, perfectly sheltered from all dissenting opinion
The problem that has arisen
Is when I make a decision
I can only consider the information I’m given

Been making money all around this town
When the sun goes down
I go and spread that money round.
Left a list of places where it can be found
But none of it’s there… I wonder where it’s gone

Death and taxes never stop
Rent is going up and we are praying
Yeah we are, we are all waiting on a miracle
We are waiting, y’know what I’m saying?
Don’t you falter don’t you stop
The only chance we got is if we’re playing
While we are, we are all waiting on a miracle
We are we are waiting, y’know what I’m saying?

Fell from a drunken dream into my bed
All of the evils of the world run through my head
Everything’s connected still, the good’s still there
Didn’t put the halo on another coin

Just one more question about the mess we’re in
What is the point if we all get God in the end?
Every cause I fought and bored of is still there
It’ll always be there
Until it’s gone

Death and taxes never stop
Rent is going up and we are praying
Yeah we are, we are all waiting on a miracle
We are we are waiting, y’know what I’m saying?
Don’t you falter don’t you stop
The only chance we got is if we’re slaying
While we are, we are all waiting on a miracle
We are we are waiting, y’know what I’m saying?

Ever since
I’ve been living in an algorithm
I’ve been telling the millions
All my opinions
With exactly no inhibitions
Sometimes I even listen
Another problem’s arisen
If there’s truth to my convictions
But the villains keep winning
How the hell does the world keep spinning
Is there something I’m missing?

Alright give me a minute
The Rome metaphor is derivative I have to admit it
But there is something in it
Accidentally
Perhaps we
Have stumbled on a perfect exhibit
Of our words and the history within ‘em
You’d be forgiven for thinking that we’ve been hinting at
The end from the very beginning
Because for most Rome was a prison
& if these are the last days, is anyone gonna miss ‘em?
How do I do a new thing?
How do I make a real change?
To the committee this is my submission

Don’t you falter don’t you stop
The only chance we got is if we’re slaying it
While we are, we are all waiting on a miracle
We are we are waiting, y’know what I’m saying?