An urn earns itself anew as a terrarium
As atrophy swallows me inside the planetarium
A celestial body is swaddled in white
Crying rage against the dying of the light
We have, we have, we have made a mess of ourselves x2
For every sunset follows a sunrise
For every day until the sun dies
Even so, we still have its light
Warming memories through a cold, dark night
We have, we have, we have made a mess of ourselves x4
Can someone lend me a hand?
Fingers slip through my grasp like sand
Bottled up like an emotional hoarder
I'm not crazy; it's just disorder
The sky opens up as I start to cry
Write it off as star dust in my eye
Supernovas torching broken homes
At least I know I'm not alone
I'm not crazy; it's just a disorder
I'm not crazy; it's just disorder
I'm not crazy; it's just a disorder
At least I know I'm not alone
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