The Last Days - Baba Brinkman

I’m struggling and searching;

I’m verbal axe-juggling

Stumbling and lurching, my syntax troubling

I’m Busting verses, trying to capture something

Subtle about the rapture and passionate suffering

Attached to the cluttered path of cash coveting

Corruption contaminates the task of governing

Consumption demands massive gas guzzling

With hands tied up in the act of ass-covering

Above I see the sword of Damocles hovering

Assassins set to dispatch another king

As the pendulum swings, feel the plastic smothering

Sending some scuttling back under mother’s wing

Others stand muttering, watching sand crumbling

Castles come crashing to land, their plans tumbling

I can’t help wondering how the dream was killed

It’s like the frame was built weak, but it seemed so real

I blame myself and accept the shame and guilt

For being a training-wheel, out to gain the skills

To play the game well and chase fame and wealth

The same as everyone else;

yeah, it strained my health

To remain in the filth, but the pains I felt

Didn’t move me to action, and plus I knew this would happen

But this stupid attraction to hubristic passions

Grew, and through attachment I flew into a trap and

Couldn’t clue into the fact of the illusion’s enchantment

Until I sat on the ruins of the last human advancement

A loon laughing alone in a thousand-room mansion

With computers, fax, and phones used to grow food plants in

The last bastion, what remains of humanity

Madness rages in a string of profanity

All that’s left of an age of insane vanity

Condensed into one case of vain insanity

I scream and complain to the rainforest canopy

My name and DNA chain aborts, vanishing

As animals watch the last corpse from Titanic sink

The planet thinks: «Finally, man is extinct»

And begins replenishing all the damaging things

That we did with our hands while micromanaging

Now we’re back to the last days of weapon brandishing

When we still have a chance to change;

come back from the brink

And cancel that command on the satellite link

It’s like, the battles of right-wing fascist militants

Remind me of mankind’s past irrelevance

You can wipe us all out like Florida brown pelicans

And it won’t necessarily spell the end of mental elegance

We feel these evolutionary arrogant elements

But as long as there’s still chimps, dolphins and elephants

Or any mammal animal with strands of intelligence

Language and culture eventually will swell again

I can’t tell you when, but I know it’s possible

So let’s drop the bull: this show is stoppable

But all in all I’d rather outgrow the obstacles

Than start all over from go;

that’s so illogical

For us to make progress, though, the soul has got to flow

And soldiers have got to slow down and start talkin' peace

Part of the problem seems to be with corporate greed

But they’re all just people with kids they got to feed

Lost in a colossal sea of private property

And can’t see the forest for the trees, just frogs asleep

In a pot of deep water, boiling hotter

Soil erosion problems, oil and slaughter

Destroy and prosper, spoil and conquer

Enjoy it while it lasts, boys, it won’t be much longer