It feels like Inflation of the cosmos From the suns to the microbes It's trouble, a bubble of staggering proportions Hysteria and mass psychosis Another breath and he'll destroy us Four billion years in a flash flood You say it's not fair, it's cold-blooded Experimenting in some tough love It feels like We're just another apparatus Making sludge from the stardust We're trouble, a bubble with chilling inclinations For destroying all creations A bloodlust for revelations Four billion years in a flash flood You say it's not fair, it's cold-blooded Experimenting in some tough love Another word and then goes out the light A few million years of standing upright You say it's not fair, it's not right But what to do with a parasite When the time is getting closer And we've got nowhere to go No causes we can stand for No getting 'round what we now know Will you make another promise That you know you'll never keep? Will you long for more possessions That you know you'll never need? Oh 'cause it feels like We're always running round in circles From our feet and to our brain cells Oh it's trouble, a bubble that's 'bout to burst wide open Not much to do, we got the short end But just imagine what we could've been Four billion years in a flash flood You say it's not fair, it's cold-blooded Experimenting in some tough love Another word and then goes out the light A few million years of standing upright You say it's not fair, it's not right But what to do with a parasite