After the Plague
Jen de la Osa, Henry Beguiristain
Life really isn’t that much worse
Here at the center of the universe
Steering down the 101 with nothing but a camera and a loaded gun
Static cleanse my mind
White noise rob me blind
Forest around me far from wild
The irony of it makes me smile
No one to care about for miles
After the plague, we will see the stars
After it plays out we’ll know who we really are
It was nothing to survive once our hearts were shut so tight
I come and go as I please
I love all my enemies
Better living together all alone
Via electronic methadone
It’s not my problem anymore
After the plague, we will see the stars
When it all goes down, then we’ll know
What we truly are
Now I love all my enemies
They make such good company