the final curtain

o little child of bedlam, how still we see thee lie
as all the world around you is dissolved in fear tonight
everybody claims to know the truth but no one's really sure
& the world is always ending but it still comes back for more

the present tense has got us conned, this thing we cannot see beyond
& thus descends the final curtain, hopeful but by no means certain

o little child of bedlam, your senses can deceive
& you cannot even place your faith in the oxygen you breathe
but for all of our denials we'll abandon all our cars
& if there's no more electricity, at least you'll see the stars

how can this world be going wrong? it turned out this way all along
& thus descends the final curtain, hopeful but by no means certain