Deer Tick - End of the World lyrics

Don't hang around, son, blacked out by fear
All bit's of reason are lost in a smear
Out of our reach, and beyond our ideas
There's a world we all seek
That's beginning to tear

Don't mess around, son, we will need you here
The dust's about to fall and
The smoke's about to clear
Far from the edge meet the sky
Dull and drear never to free your soul from
It's toils and it's snares

Out with the old and in with the blue
I surmise I won't have any answers for you
Climb the walls
There's no lesson in this scroll
I am sure I don't have any answers at all

Should you accept you were holding the gun
Meditation, aggravation
Makes it all come undone

Out with the old and in with the blue
I've been told I don't have any graces
It's true