lightning crashed through the theater roof
casually struck the seat next to me
coaxed a hundred thousand kids straight to their feet
the blond one grinned and told us the truth
stepped up to the mic, said, "hey, you know what,
the sun is just a backwards supernova!"
a hundred thousand kids pumped their fists in the air
while visions of dead men slumped on steering wheels
slowly convinced us that this shit is real
"listen, my flock, we have no time to spare!
tell your mom and dad to find higher ground!
we're gonna burn this motherfucker down!"
the piano came in with a big black bang
reminding us all of killer stars
and the static destroying our fragile hearts
flannel-wearing indie kids sang
folk-pop songs about the apocalypse
tonight in hartford, connecticut
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