Lyrics:

Well where will you be this afternoon?
I cut off all my fingers
No fame, I spill my guts and orphaned
Desert isle, like orphaned
Big bang
Blink if you can hear me
Box my ears, Daddy, box my ears
Box my ears, Daddy, box my ears

Hoping is out of style
So look happy, it's the end of the world
It's the end of the world

(Unintelligible)

I've got a big machine, it's black and blue
Where will you be this afternoon?
Meet me and I'll spill my guts, 'cause I'm open
To anything I'm open
For the first time
And you can count the years
Count the years
Count the years

Hoping is out of style
So look happy, it's the end of the world
It's the end of the world
It's the end of the world
It's the end of the world

It's the end of the world
It's the end of the world