This track is a stream of consciousness from the perspective of Mr Harrington, protagonist of the novella The Final Gentleman. 

For those unfamiliar, the novella concerns the novelist Mr Harrington who upon finding himself unable to write another book, finds his whole life unravelling from the seams: his nice car has suddenly rusted, his lifelong friends no-longer remember him and his family have vanished from existence. 

The first section of the song covers simply that opening while the first drum change up leads into the middle point of the novella where Mr Harrington first finds that every single place he visits is worse than he remembers but these inhabitants remember him. He then discovers that his only old friend who still remembers him has been involved inside this business and he finally finds his way onto 'his former newspaper of employment where he finds himself headfirst with a machine who has the answer he doesn't want to hear. 

The final segment of the song concerns Harrington learning (spoilers) that he's actually a robot and that his previous memories were implanted artificially so as to give him a literary influence and his happy surroundings were also hallucinatory. After confronting and destroying the machine that created he leaves the building only for his delusions to magically return. 

I created this song out of a desire to homage one of my favourite authors Clifford D Simak and this story in particular always resonated me due to my own feelings of ostracism and paranoid theories about my existence. I also wanted to make a song with drum change ups in place of a hook and this felt like the perfect subject matter to do so being a free-form narrative piece.
lyrics
On that day I wrote my final sentence 
(Hence) my sunny day reached its final second 
I slit my wrists to expose a flesh-hood lost 
Wires beneath this fraudulent cloth 
Addict me to this small talk (via) ones and zeros 
This window overlooks another window 
A phantom in this playground of (false) memories 
The light surrounds my burning effigy 
Rain clouds gather and metropolis rusts 
Skeletons beneath banisters turn to dust 
Then fade into non-existence 
Decayed and I found realism as fiction 
I Grandfather claused myself into agony 
As happy memories unthawed to apathy 
This sunny day simply exists in prose 
A binary symphony tragically composed 
Because I'm desperate to see sunlight 
Slowly I forsake this hollow paradise 

The door opens to snakes crawling within wireframes 
My friends have been swallowed into higher plains 
(In) What was once an eternal (breathtaking) November 
I walk over decaying textures 
Heavenly worlds stagnate at December 
But hell's exactly how I remembered 
My heart still beats to a metronome 
This man of steel (ironically) finds Earth alone 
This is life; an empty room of enemies 
This is death; consumed by empty memories 
My strings fit like a warm blanket 
As everyone's expressions inform blankness 
Lies built bricks swallowing the pavement 
(Now) I resmith my following into vagrants 
To unveil astroturf where the sun vanished 
I found the black hole where hope collapses 
Because I've been harvested to feed sunlight 
I move to splinter this hollow paradise 

Clockwork people in cardboard cities 
Considered repetition to cause lucidity 
I walk into this office of stillborn dreams 
Found myself martyred by an ill-informed regime 
I'm told truth is the final illusion 
Also mortality is a primal delusion 
I'm awakened to the numbness and confusion 
I've forsaken for seclusion 
To be inhuman enjoying the tables flip 
Prayer machine drowning babel fish 
To social Darwinist regimes, I'm a satanist 
I broke my wings but my fascist saviour stitched (together) 
The panorama is restored 
I'm again the (bastards) favoured whore 
I found heaven in plain sight via machinery 
Is it worse drowning in pleasant scenery? 
Because I've been destroyed via sunlight 
Slowly I retreat to this hollow paradise


The Final Gentlemen

https://jackmythos.bandcamp.com/album/science-fantasy

The Final Gentlemen

Jack Mythos