did it all get real i guess it s real enough they got refrigerators full of blood another century spent pointing guns at anything that moves sometimes i worry that i ve lost the plot my twitching muscles tease my flippent thoughts i never really dreamed of heaven much until we put him in the ground but it s all i m doing now listening for patterns in the sound of an endless static sea but once the satellite s deceased it blows like garbage through the streets of the night sky to infinity but don t you weep don t you weep there is nothing as lucky honey don t you weep don t you weep there is nothing as lucky as easy or free don t be a criminal in this police state you better shop and eat and procreate you got vacation days then you might escape to a condo on the coast i set my watch to the atomic clock i hear the crowd count down til the bomb gets dropped i always figured there d be time enough i never let it get me down but i can t help it now looking for faces in the clouds i got some friends i barely see but we re all planning to meet we ll lay in bags as dead as leaves all together for eternity but don t you weep don t you weep there is no one as lucky honey don t you weep don t you weep there is nothing as lucky as easy or free or free or free or free there s nothing there s nothing there s nothing 
['anti-folk', 'chamber pop', 'indie pop', 'indie rock', 'melancholia', 'omaha indie', 'stomp and holler']