The world has ended
It wasn't an explosion
It was little by little, no one noticed
And what is left
Is the overtime
Of a game that we already lost
Welcome to the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the end of the world
Welcome to the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty
Welcome to the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the end of the world
Welcome to the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty
Of the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty
I am the leftovers, you are the leftovers
I am the leftovers, you are the leftovers
I am the leftovers, you are the leftovers
Me, call me, call me, me-me, call me, me, c-
Me, call me, c-, call me, me, call me
Me, call me, call me, me-me, call me
Me, call me, c-, call me
Me, call me, call me, me-me, call me, me, c-
Me, call me, c-, call me, me, call me
Me, call me, call me, me-me, call me
Me, call me, c-, call me
Your face, your remains, your trail
Your taste, your gesture, your waste
Between treatments and portraits
They tear to pieces
Disguising the facts
Protecting fetuses
And taking futile photos, futile photos, futile photos
Futile, futile
In parties like these (futile)
Look around, enjoy the end
Enjoy it while it ends (if it hasn't ended already)
Look around, enjoy the end
Enjoy, cause we are screwed
Cause we are screwed, we are
I am the leftovers, you are the leftovers
I am the leftovers, you are the leftovers
Here it's the leftovers, it turned to leftovers
Welcome to the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the end of the world
Welcome to the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty
Welcome to the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the end of the world
Welcome to the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty
Of the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty of the afterparty