Compositor: Damian Kulash
So this is how it ends
Now an incontrovertible truth
Settling in to the swervous strings
No Deus ex machina
Working away in the wings
No, this is how it ends
So ruthlessly obvious now
Beneath the veneer
Simple stuck and clear
But God, how I feel such a fool
That it took me so long to see
That everything happens both slowly
And all at once, all at once
I suppose nobody promised explanations
No, my mistake was thinking it would make sense
When this is how it ends
When this is how it ends
And it's almost embarrassing now
The torture, contortions it took
Just to believe that there still might be
In our Byzantine rat's nest of causes and effects
Of eyes still left to take
In my dizzying tangling magical code left to break
The joys to make
But I suppose nobody promised it would all mean anything
God, how naive believing there's a point to everything
When this is how it ends
When this is how it ends
When this is how it ends
When this is how it ends