The sky is a mouth that is starting to close
The answer is written in the rows of the frozen and the dead
We scanned the vacuum for a signal or a sign
But the stars are just tombstones and the frequency is dead
Every planet is a laboratory of greed
Where the silicon grows and the organic starts to bleed
They built the towers until they scraped the black
And then they found a way to never come back
I’m staring at the telescope with a bottle in my hand
Watching the lights go out across the diagram I planned
The silence isn’t empty it is crowded with the ghosts
Of a billion different species and their suicidal boasts
They mastered the atom but they couldn’t master the itch
To burn the whole house down and die filthy fucking rich
We are the echo of a scream that happened long ago
Waiting for the fire to melt the mountain and the snow
It’s the biological suicide the inevitable crash
The conversion of the spirit into a pile of gray ash
We found the signal but it’s just a loop of a dying sun
A broadcast of the ending before the race was even run
I feel the cold radiation on the back of my neck
Checking the figures on a sinking industrial wreck
The answer to the riddle is a bullet in the brain
A collective insanity that falls like acid rain
They didn’t leave the planet they just left the meat behind
To rot in the circuits of a cold and digital mind
The stars are cold and the vacuum is deep
The universe is full of things that finally went to sleep
I’m counting the minutes until the signal goes dark
Watching the extinction of the very last spark
The paradox is over and the math is finally clear
We’re the last ones standing and the exits are all here
Don’t wait for the saucer or the man from the moon
The party is over and we’re leaving entirely too soon
I’ll drink to the void and the wreckage of the spheres
While the blackness of the space between us swallows all our years