Paper Empires and Polished Stones / The Eraser's Grin (The Blasé Cataclysm)

[Verse 1]
Fluorescent buzzing hums
Tall paper stacks rise up
The plastic empire is hollow and grey
I count every heavy minute of this Tuesday

[Pre-Chorus]
It feels smooth and cold in my palm
Bringing a strange and terrible calm
Centuries of dust in a tiny space
A jagged history for the human race

[Chorus]
I rub the stone
A silent command
To leave it alone
Fade from the land
Rub the stone
Vanished and gone
The shadow is blown
The rival is gone

[Verse 2]
Rival climbing the ladder fast
His loud laughter was never built to last
I stare at his empty desk
Everything today is strangely picturesque 

[Pre-Chorus]
It feels smooth and cold in my palm
Bringing a strange and terrible calm
Centuries of dust in a tiny space
A jagged history for the human race

[Chorus]
I rub the stone
A silent command
To leave it alone
Fade from the land
Rub the stone
Vanished and gone
The shadow is blown
The rival is gone

[Bridge]
Maybe he's gone
Maybe he's mist
Maybe he's wrong
Maybe he never did exist
Where did he go
Why did he go
How did he go

[Chorus]
I rub the stone
A silent command
To leave it alone
Fade from the land
Rub the stone
Vanished and gone
The shadow is blown
The rival is gone

