Karma Catastrophe
Lucas Marston Lyrics

I'm stark naked in the garden again
I'm stripped bare, vulnerable and exposed, in a place of growth and life once more.

Just eating apples with my lady friend
I am sharing forbidden fruit with someone close to me, basking in the pleasure and the danger of temptation.

Spread out, waiting for the full collapse
I am relaxed, ready to witness or experience complete ruin and destruction.

With my feet up and my eyes rolling back
I am carefree, indulgent and surrendering, losing myself in pleasure or ecstasy.

And she talks with the devil while we're holding hands
She is in communion with something dark and sinister even as we connect and bond.

And so I'm taking from the jungle tonight
I am seizing what I want, heedless of consequences or morality, drawing from a place of danger or wildness.

And I ain't puttin' back, I won't even try
I am not giving back or returning what I have taken, refusing to make amends for my actions.

No, I don't want to change the world
I have no desire to alter the course of humanity or history.

And I would not save it if I could
Even if I had the power, I would not intervene to rescue or redeem the world.

No, I'd ask you why?
Instead, I would question the need or desire for such a drastic transformation.

Ain't it just fine the way it is?
Perhaps things are already good enough as they are, at least in my eyes.

So come over here and tell me you love me
Approach me and express your passion and devotion towards me.

And put your hands around my neck
Grasp my neck with your hands, tight and possessive.

Then you'll hold me up in exaltation
You will lift me up and praise me, adoring me as if I am a god.

And you'll drown me in the violent waters
You will submerge me in rough, turbulent emotions or experiences, overwhelming and consuming me.

Now go ahead and cast a stone
Accuse me or judge me harshly, as if I deserve punishment.

And I'll catch it between my teeth
I will accept your condemnation, feeling almost invigorated by it, even as I am hurt or wounded.

Then I'll burn that log that's in your eye
I will turn your own faults and flaws against you, exposing your hypocrisy or errors.

And I'll dance around the fire
I will revel in the flames of conflict or destruction, feeling alive and energized by the chaos.

Did I tell you that I'm number 1?
Have I made it clear that I am superior, the best, the champion?

Just bet on this horse who's never won
Have faith in me or my vision, even though I do not have a track record of success or victory.

I find any given moment is not enough
I yearn for more, unsatisfied with the present or the ordinary.

So I sit around and I wait, oh how I wait
I am passive, waiting for something more to come to me, rather than actively seeking it out.

Like I wait upon catastrophe
I anticipate disaster, almost craving it, as if it will bring excitement and significance to my life.

To reconcile with something bigger than me
Perhaps this catastrophe will help me connect with a higher power or a deeper meaning in the universe.

I hope that there's cold wine and a maid in hell
I yearn for pleasure and indulgence, even in the darkest, most painful experiences imaginable.

That there cold wine and a maid in hell
Perhaps Satan himself will offer me comfort and luxury in the afterlife, even if it means eternal damnation.