Is the dark forest real Or are we alone? Asking are we the assholes On a cosmological scale? Compressed by surly bonds Our ancestral DNA Hands on an empty globe The illusion of place The second Big Bang Another big splash Fear the next ASAS-SN 21st in its class Compressed by surly bonds Our ancestral DNA Hands on an empty globe The illusion of place The Earth, a hunger stone See the signs and weep A guilt-relieving trap Overfit for the weak To justify thirst for violence In doomsdays more bleak We'll join our descendants Arc minutes away Our hands in an empty bowl In the distant grave of space To touch the blackened clouds As it starts again to rain All paranoid, left behind Give right to fight or flight in sidereal time To fear the end is to be violent Right or wrong, a threat's a threat A self-centered societal excuse Spreading this fear across the universe Peering in at the neighbor's schematics Designing our bunkers with the mold still in the attic Shake hands through our cameras Build sunscreen for the algorithm A Hobbesian trap Psychological contraptions In the mental grammar of cold wars Our imagined dilemmas just make us ignore We are bugs that can think The most invasive game On a planet without trust We have only ever been bugs that can think Ant colonialists Marooned away Molten rock gone cold with us Like fists in our pockets Without threat of a fight