Collide

We'll all be long gone The skies already twisted and churned The end of Earth, the end of us Death, destruction, and rebirth The constellations will combine All into a slow decay Dystopia, euphoria, insecurity Andromeda and I will collide So it will be, the end of all things All awash in asphalt grey Everything was born to die From dust to dust We won't feel a thing Dystopia, euphoria, insecurity Andromeda and I will collide Whisk me away Into the vastness of space But oh things can change In five billion years It'll all be gone Dystopia, euphoria, insecurity Andromeda and I will collide