Someone tell me when it’s over

Existential supernova

It’s when a star explodes and it blows your mind

Like a limo ride and Bill Greer’s the chauffeur

Bonnie Tyler said it, she wasn’t wrong

I don’t know where all the good men have gone

‘Cause good God, these gods left and all that’s left are these

Men without their chests, out making a mess in this

Barren wasteland, damn

You don’t know the half of it

I won’t ever trust a prince or a chariot

That’s deeper than the bourgeoisie and proletariat

I’m trying to craft the man in me like Stradivarius

But right now the path I see is too precarious

My role models lost at sea, I try to manage it

Heavy is the crown, I don’t know if I can I carry it

Only God knows

Only God knows

It’s half-men troubles that break the edifice

A stock bubble from artificial intelligence

Its too subtle for some that need the evidence

I feel it under my feet, and hear the resonance

Buried underneath quicksand and sediment’s

A sentiment of self-centeredness, y’all don’t get it yet

And everybody thinking that “this mans a gentleman”

I’ve seen the end of this. Don’t get me wrong I’m not a

Pessimist. I mourn the loss of my innocence

Desolate. I bear the cross of the witnesses

Genesis. I saw the fall, it was imminent

Now how the hell do we begin again?

I’m not the infinite, I’m just an instrument to implement

I can only pray I pass down the regiment

I can only tell my sons to be better men

Daedalus. I’ll give 'em wings like a pegasus