Susan snoozing in her bed
soon she’ll be up and toasting bread
Nietzsche and a low fat spread
tea and existential dread

it’s a void
it’s a void
all our plans will be destroyed
nothing before, nothing after
infinity with a twist of laughter

Brian crying quietly
smoothies and sobriety
doodles skulls in his diary
Sunday night anxiety

it’s a void
it’s a void
all our plans will be destroyed
nothing before, nothing after
infinity with a twist of laughter

(and so on, ad infinitum)