May 12, 3005 (South Brooklyn Health)
Jonathan Royce Johnson, Packy Lundholm
I can withstand so many apocalypses
Never the end, it's just a new ellipsis
A million tons of money and stone
Where you can rent, but you'll never own
When the next shoe drops, I'm gonna be here
When your old heart stops, I'm gonna scream "clear"
We made mistakes, but we've got beds
We got a ward, you can check your head
Evening is falling, island is sinking
Water is rising quickly
Shore up the banks, riprap the beach
This is your final warning
So you survived 3005
And I see you're doing wеll
You say you're traveling time, but еven a liar
Has one and one half stories to tell