THE END

We’re all gonna die
Any minute now
I’m watching the sky
Choking cold Spaghetti O’s down

Ever since I was a kid
I had those Revelation dreams
Never could sleep with the visions
Or heard God’s voice down on my knees

I think we missed the rapture
It was an election year
So the news didn’t cover it
When a handful disappeared

So when you look around
You feel no love for anyone
Pour one out for the sinners in the crowd
‘Cause the best of us are already gone

It’s hard to breathe in the city
Doomsday forecast on a cardboard sign
So I think I’ll stay inside
Yeah I think I’ll stay inside
Looks like acid rain tonight

Patty PerShayla: vocals, ukulele, auxiliary percussion

Written by Patricia Pierzchala.
Produced by Lucas Powell and Patty PerShayla.
Recorded by Lucas Powell.
Mixed by Lucas Powell.
Artwork by Patty PerShayla.

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