Flotsam Locked into a Groove Lyrics

Every chandelier of every twinkling golden year
Has gathered dust
And no one can reach up that far

Every chardonnay of every weekend getaway
Has turned to piss
Trickling in the reservoir

All
This
Will
End
We're hurtling around the sun

All
This
Will
End
A shopping mall, the Parthenon

Every candle lit for every god or cancer kid
Has flickered out
And no one ever heard the prayer

Every candidate on every major syndicate
Is filled with doubt
Along with every tax-payer

All
This
Will
End
We're flotsam locked into a groove

All
This
Will
End
Cause of a tantrum, the sun thru[?]

All
This
Will
End
The sun will soon consume us all

All
This
Will
End
Meteors, wrecking balls