Polar Onion – Allah-Las

A tired assertion
A sordid affair
A record repeating
With no one aware
Ooooooh, does it scare?

Layered like an onion
Cut pole to pole
Left for the vultures
Out in the cold
Ooooooh, is it old?

Caught on a snare
Spotted the scene
Waters will rise
Drowning the sea
I fill my cup
But it’s not enough

The tide is high
A casual observer
A room full of stares
A subtle unnerver
Out of its lair

Stuck in a cycle
Foreign to most
Acidic environs
Sicken the host
Ooooooh, far too close

Stuck on a snare
Spotted the scene
Waters will rise
Drowning the sea
I fill my cup
But it’s not enough

The end is nigh
Layered like an onion
Cut pole to pole
Left for the vultures
Out in the cold
Ooooooh, is it old?