No Future Part Two: The Days After No Future

Oh, I recall the last morning

The sun would rise on the race of man

After which, it was clear, nothing could be the same again

When called to answer

For their crimes

The only response

That they could find

Was that it seemed to be a good idea at the time

Now the sun in the sky

Has turned to dust

The rivers are running red with blood

And the cries of the helpless are never, never enough

And those of us who were still alive

Were rightly afraid to go outside,

When VuBu said,

"This isn't shoegaze - this is suicide."

Then they came with torches and pitchforks,

Carrying guns, clubs and sharp swords,

When the loudest voice I ever heard said,

"It's over."

"And I, too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with it's signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still. For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration."