Crumbling Castle
King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard Lyrics

Meet me glassy eyed, blind, and divine Under a void on the ghost land
Let's rendezvous in a place without life's distractions and constraints, where our earthly senses are stripped away and we experience something more transcendent.

The castle is a pimple on the face of the world The embers burned for ghouls to tread if you'd please try
Our grand edifices and achievements mean nothing in the grand scheme of things, and instead are reminders of our own impending decay and mortality.

I see through the bricks, to the sea, crumbling castle Water's rising up, thick and green, crumbling castle Inching closer each century, crumbling castle Are we safe in our citadel?
Even our most fortified structures, the ones we believed would save us from nature's wrath, are subject to the same forces of erosion and deterioration that will one day consume us all.

Look upon our condition, crumbling castle You would not believe where I'm from, crumbling castle
Our own self-destruction and inescapable fate is a reflection of where we come from, both as individuals and a species.

We pray for the death, that does not come, crumbling castle Dug all of our holes in God's Acre, crumbling castle We have even said our last rites, crumbling castle Are we safe in our holding cell?
Despite our knowledge of our own mortality and eventual demise, we cling to life and our manufactured sense of safety, even amidst our own self-imposed doom.

The sounds of the constant lightning Would be enough to block out the Fall of the end of the world If it were not for our tinnitus from the bomb
We have become so desensitized and accustomed to the chaos and destruction around us, that even the most apocalyptic events would barely register in our minds amidst the ringing in our ears from our own past mistakes.

In the wind I sway, back and forth I'm brittle as an aged human being When my walls are safe from world weather The build forms into great nastiness
As fragile and impermanent as our existence is, there is still a primal desire to persist and leave a lasting mark on the world, even if it manifests as hubris and destruction.

Polygondwanaland
A reference to the album of the same name, which is a concept album exploring themes of environmentalism, spirituality, and the cyclical nature of existence.

On this very day, in one thousand Years the earth will be relative to the Sun and the moon and a new world will be Created, I know because it is written here
Our existence, and even the existence of the world around us, is fleeting and subject to the cyclical nature of the universe, as if written in the stars and repeating itself over and over again.

I don't want to fall into dust I don't want nothing but to live on The ache inside my keep spurs me on I don't want to be visible Polygondwanaland
Despite the inevitability of our own mortality and decay, there is still an innate desire to continue living and resisting the forces that seek to destroy us, even if it means becoming invisible and lost in something greater than ourselves.

Don't want to be a crumbling, crumbling, crumbling castle Don't want to be a crumbling, crumbling, crumbling castle Don't want to be a crumbling, crumbling, crumbling castle Don't want to be a crumbling, crumbling, crumbling castle
This repeated chorus is a reflection of our collective fear and desperation to avoid the same fate as the crumbling castle, to not succumb to decay and erasure, even as we know it's an inevitable part of our existence.