It does have a proper ending feel with the droning synth and weary repetition.
So many great turns of phrase on the record, and I think Isaac has a real gift for pulling together dark humour and surrealist imagery. These are a couple of favourites- I love the gleeful nihilism of the first and the scene he paints in the second:
the parasites are excited when you’re dead
eyes bulging, entering your head.
and all your thoughts, they rot
and
The hotcha girls at the palisades
Dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths
Mama’s little truck stop rose, her dancy feet her happy laugh
We were dropping dimes on the ponies in the cul-de-sac,
Casting shadows throwing sparks