They say depression is a weight that pulls you down 
but to be honest I've not found that to be true 
it grabs me by the lungs, it tries to lift me off this planet 
chewing up the final threads that connect me to you 
and I've been running out of things to keep me grounded 
I'm having trouble finding love that makes me stick 
with every song I try to run it down 
before it runs me through 
everybody's talking ‘bout progress 
but all I see is 
Doom 
it follows me around 
it drips into my shoes 
I feel like I'm the only one who sees the future as a noose 
I got them future blues, Satan 
If you don’t know what I’m going through 
I can try to spell it out for you: 
Sometimes the sinking starts just thinking ‘bout my cel phone 
I wonder how I have so many friends but feel alone 
I notice how I feel so weightless when it’s left at home 
and how I fill up every space with content that doesn’t leave me content 
I start to spiral down through thoughts of population boom 
perhaps the cancer starts the second that we leave the womb 
it seems the more we’re extricated from the food chain, 
the more creative time we have 
but the less we have to say 
it’s all 
Doom 
it follows me around 
it drips into my shoes 
I feel like I'm the only one who sees the future as a noose 
I got them future blues 
I understand it now 
how a man finds himself on a water tower 
raining down helter skelter 
sell the whole house for the underground shelter 
feel the storm comin 
I can’t stand still enough to 
stop my mind running 
I see it play out 
this song is a bread crumb, a toast to the empire 
enjoy the smell of meat while my feet in the fire 
I know I’m not preaching to the choir 
whatever 
I know you’d rather dance than understand the wiring 
truth is overrated, reality is tiresome 
cling to the twos and the fours 
dance like I’m talking about how young we are 
sounding like Fun.-loving folklore 
ignore what I’m saying while I desecrate the #blessed dance floor 
hard to articulate the great white fate 
the end coming nearer 
the writing on the mirror 
says 
Doom 
it follows me around 
it drips into my shoes 
I feel like I'm the only one who sees the future as a noose 
I got them future blues 
[repeat ad nauseam]