Clueless hype
Prospecting reluctantly their perfect lives,
they didn't have a clue
When they awake it's the exception rather then the norm, still then they'll never dive
and none of them will ever find out the truth
Ironically when alle they needed was help
the only thing they did was comminuting their only hope
Desoluted they strumble back into their little brainless self,
continuing their unendless carry-on, cause that's the only thing they can cope
Psycho-friendly smiling and restructuring their hollow-hearted thoughts
gathering with the anonymous weirds, trying to settle the apocalypse
Acting their predictable lives as marmoreal noughts
Feeling dizzy after strumbling down the corkscrew and ending the popular hype