Your Temporary Custodian Lyrics - Until The Horror Goes - John Congleton

Would protesters still gush to city centers 

If the universe would honk B flat and halt 

Would cop cars still be rushing to their crime seems 

Would farmers drop their seeds and drop their salts 

And then there's me, the temporary custodian 

Of these particles and free-floating radicals 

That convene for eighty years or so, that's if I'm lucky tho 

Never been very lucky though 

What an extraordinary thing it is to be this ordinary thing 

A phenomenal nominal common all alpha-null nothing 

This is what it's like... we will not be saved 

We went looking for the sublime 

We find only the inane 

And this is what we are... and we will not be changed 

You can look for unseen order 

You're gonna find that chaos reigns 

We will not be saved 

So if my carcass finds itself a mishap 

But I avoid the room with center drains 

The doctor will remove my dressings and casts 

To a room that falls sin silent, mouths aghast 

They've seen nothing, but the product of a billion years 

Of evolution's deliverance... you'd think I'd act like it 

May I feed the flora fauna once when all my feedings done 

This zoo of bacterium 

What an extraordinary thing it is to be this ordinary thing 

This is what it's like... we will not be saved 

We went looking for the sublime 

We find only the inane 

And this is what we are... and we will not be changed 

You can look for unseen order 

You're gonna find that chaos reigns 

We will not be saved 

Just let go 

Just let go 

We will not be saved 

Just let go 

Just let go 

We will not be saved 

Just let go 

Just let go 

If a tree falls in the woods, it doesn't matter 

Just let go 

Just let go 

What's the sound of one hand clapping? It doesn't matter 

Just let go 

Just let go 

Is it the chicken or the egg? It doesn't matter 

Just let go 

Just let go 

What do you do when you do nothing? It doesn't matter 

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter