End Studies - Seeming

I was taught the language of the old gods

The last new child of the lost regimes

I boarded up the school myself once I had learned the trade of drawing down the

curtains at the end of dreams

The future won’t belong to any fatherhood of gold

The future’s far beyond what they can think

The future will border-less and red and queer and bold

For i was born to make my kind extinct

End studies

End studies

End studies

Let me tell you 'bout

End studies

I’m the final fading echo of the final sounding note

Of the symphony that killed the symphony

I’ll be sealing up the trench where every shipwreck goes to sink

Yes I was born to make my kind extinct

Singing in the language of the first gods

And no-one's gonna sing like this again

They’ll have bodies made of hummingbird and cassowary

But there’s one thing you’ll need before it can begin

End studies

End studies

Oh oh oh, End studies

End studies