#timersong #teslatomb #folck #rolk

Where on earth do I begin, Maybe at the point my patience is thin, Thin with myself, thin with my kin, Thin with my neighbors moving in,

Yes, it all seems so convenient, Idyllic and calm, Until I'm back in the basement, Difusing a bomb,

Maybe when its nice we can chip away at the ice, But now we doomscroll, We doomscrolling in paradise.

Judge not til the inmates show up, They stand in line as you fill their cups, Awaiting release, from body and husk, Til we all are ghetto leaning in the district at dusk,

This ain't no place to be, But I know that I'm here, And you're here with me,

In the spring we'll chip away at the ice, But now we doomscroll, Doomscrolling in paradise,

There's a quicker way to heaven, And its not too far off the road from here, But still I wait at the gate, As everyone passes me by, And all I wanna do is cry,

In the warmth of spring we'll chip away at the ice, And who we are without judgement or vice, But for now we'll have to be satisfied, WIth doomscrolling in paradise, Doomscrolling in paradise, Doomscrolling in paradise, Doomscrolling in paradise.