Innovative is the title for those who create
New ways to cure boredom
And new ways to communicate
The only reason that we progress technology
Is to live long and surplus complacency

We get all caught up in the pointless things
Putting our knees to the floor for the TV screen
Is this another 1945
Will we make it out alive

Could this be the end of the age

This is the end of the age
The towers met the floor
This is the end of the age
Singing songs of war

We will overcome
Our sick compulsion to seek acceptance
Our dependency on the world we hoard
Our very selves in the form we know

All our lives
We’re told to get a job
And be somebody
But does anybody know what that means
We all are equally searching for the answers
To trying questions
So, can we look past opinion and acclaim

I went through my midlife crisis at fifteen
I faked my way
And turned out alive
Turned every corner to hear advertisements
Turn up the noise
While you're looking up ways to market my demographic
I think I'm too outclassed
I'll pass on it

This is the end of the age
Those towers they met the floor
This is the end of the age
Singing their songs of war


feat. Ricky Armellino of This or The Apocalypse