No search party came, so my nails grew and sharpened
They kicked at my cane, it was like I never happened
Who will look after me? When I'm cursed just like a Kennedy

As with billboards, consume, as with slogans on sweatshirts
If nobody moves, nobody will get hurt
Our chest puffed proudly, "us and the Almighty must feed"

It's getting closer, it's getting closer
Closer every day

Committees were formed, we save face, we stay calm
We drilled our air holes, cashed in our savings bonds
We licked every nine volt that's inside our fire alarms

When your work here is done and fingers are calloused
Gather hair in a tail, let sun hit your iris
We're animated meat accepting complete
The infidelity of the body

It's getting closer, it's right around the corner
Something is coming for me
It's getting closer, it's getting closer to me

Some people will say nice things to make you comfortable. Other people will tell you wild stories. But those people are only nice, not honest.​
Do you want this? You can have this
If it's something you need
Then stretch out your skeletons and grab it, and grab it

And we won't go in style, we'll go out in one piece
So honest to God, he got rid of us easy
Our lumbering bodies that we have to feed
Put to bed, take to the bathroom

It's getting closer, it's right around the corner
Something is coming for me
It's getting closer, it's getting closer to me

And we'll spit shine our shoes and push down our cowlicks
And tailor our suits and suck in our stomachs
And try to ignore that we're all aboard the Titanic

And we'll keep making plans, we gather, we're grooming
We laugh and you think
You'll feel as you know me
But know from the start that you're flying with Amelia Earhart, Amelia Earhart

It's getting closer, it's getting closer
Closer every day

Yeah, it's easier for me to just plain believe
We are not softened up by the Morlocks
Try to ignore that you're all aboard the Titanic
Try to ignore that you're all aboard the Titanic
It's all random, resonating aimlessly out of nothing and eventually vanishing forever. And I'm not talking about the world, I'm talking about the universe. All space, all time, just a temporary convulsion... I think it's just as beautiful as you do. And vaguely evocative of some deep truth that always just keeps slipping away. I understand it for what it truly is: haphazard, morally neutral, and unimaginably violent.​