Burn Down the Suburbs

I just have to say,
You ought to burn down the suburbs...

Here come the authorities...
But you just laugh at them from your bunker...
And when they extinguish the last burning embers,
Your trip to the next world will begin.


It's all quiet on the final front...
And from your breath begins the new annihilation.
Whispered voices in the distortion,
Are calling me to the abyss.
Awakening in the ocean to new sounds...
Another quest to the dry land.

New skeletons forming in the lizards...
Peeling off, the next mammals emerge.
And all the old empires are resurrected,
To be brought down again.

Trips through the spaces between the atoms,
To the expanding end of the universe...
Like the ancient art of swimming through a pool,
You bound across the universe in a blink of an eye...

On this long night,
All the laws you adhered to throughout your entire life,
These laws will hold you together...

But slowly, step by step,
You will let them go, one by one,
Until you are safely unraveled and free...


Have a good long sleep, fall softly in the deep...
In all touch's honesty, through all the rooms...
Doors opening, floors leading, landscape turning,
Sky fleeing from your eyes...

And all repeating delays will cease.
The morning simmers on...

You can stay here as long as like...
The world will wait, until you wake.
You've already paid, so just enjoy...


Remember all who you've loved...
Know you've helped them get There too.