The West Is Dead

Three years ago I said
 The West is dying right underneath my nose
 And I'll be so glad when it finally goes
 I hate to say I told you so
 The West is dead
 A sick pod of dolphins lap at the tide
 The West is dead, flipper
 Two drowned dogs float belly side up
 The West is dead
 Two girls spin around a mobius strip club
 The West is dead, girls
 Football fans with their heads in their hands
 The West is dead
 And the insects that you filter in the swimming pool each morning
 Are really the likes of us
 I am the West
 And the West is dead
 And I have danced on its grave
 For six days straight
 The Dalai Lama wore Dolce & Gabanna in vermilion red
 And the West is dead
 CEOs hang themselves by their neckties
 And the West is dead
 When I looked inside myself I found
 The dream of a lifeless grass desert
 And all of this is lovely graspable
 And all of this is pure pollution to the cosmos
 I am the West
 And the West is dead
 And there will be no resurrection
 No direction
 Another lost erection
 Signals the West is dead
 The apocalypse will be so compassionate
 Tenderness is filled with end
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 The West is dead