State of Affairs

They're talking Talking of the wave that's broke through to swallow us whole They're speaking in harsh whispers of all the animals that will die I know you're not really listening to the folly I'm spitting It's okay cuz all the while every fucking buildings crumbling So expectable now Afraid to So typical now Afraid to Eyes in threes at a time stare at you blankly Pairs of lips that retract and form cruel smiles Judgment passes along like all the rest Wounded again