There's not much to say about the end of days
It's okay but it's the same sideways
But there's a use in standing up straight
If all i can do is be the magnitude of my haze
Alone in a building of brutalist style
I transform my thoughts onto each tile
But in my haze i don't see what's easily spanned
'Cause my thoughts exceed the tiles and gee, i'm reduced again
He's in the clouds and honestly
I hail herm but herm don't hail me
I hail herm but
Hermitian philosophy
The conjugate's not what it's assumed to be
Alone in a building by some architect
I wonder if they know my thoughts don't fit
For the shapes are just far too cubic
It's making me sick, the way they twist my thoughts upon it
Talking small talk politics
Herm says my opinions ain't worth shit
Herm says my opinions ain't worth
And honestly I'm in the clouds
And up here small talk's amplified so loud
He's in the clouds and honestly
I hail herm but herm don't hail me
I hail herm but
Hermitian philosophy
The conjugate's not what it's assumed to be
