Petroleum Mausoleum Lyrics

I sat upon my hill

And watched the world go still

It's me who's turning

They smile on the stage

Burning cloves and sage

For our distraction

And pulling at the grass

A hundred headlights pass

I'm left without an option

I feel so fucked

The plastic in my blood

Is past the point of melting

Petroleum Mausoleum

Of my own making

And I will try not to combust

I've seen rainbow beaches

Colored by a billion

Little plastic pieces

The air that we breathe

High mountain to low sea

Is of a modern vintage

And I will not hold my breath

And I cannot