All my friends have podcasts now
We speak our life into the void
Spend half of it in therapy
Temporarily employed

All my friends have podcasts now
Our inner children doing well
We just try to build an igloo
At the hottest place in hell

And while the flames engulf
Everything we've ever known
They still say that we should work
Ourselves down to the bone

But the illusion of a future
Is not a luxury we own
So all my friends have podcasts now
Our sweetly self involved
Rage against the dying of the light
Rage against the dying of the light
Rage against the dying of the light

All my friends have podcasts now
Just one more story mama
Before we say good night"