Yeah

A one-two, a one-two

Uh

Yeah

And I lit up a dark room with the flicker of cartoons

Eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch wondering why my heart's blue

Are we gonna part soon?

Are you pondering the scenery?

Or how it all would change if you would leave or just believe in me?

It seems to me reality ain't what it seems to be

But it don't need to be

We could all live in chaos, peacefully

Moshing through the seance

I'm just a piece of machinery

Leaning towards the idea that we exist for a reason, see?

And even if we don't, I still believe we're here

Although there's no objective way to know if this shit is even real

But believe me, ain't no need to fear or even care

We're all gonna be fine

And lately I've been praying finding I can't wait for night

When lucid dreaming seems to be realer to me than waking life

Don't mistake it, I've been impatient but I'ma make it right

There ain't no way to take the fight from me, player

Whether it's day or night

My state of mind been staying right

So I can take the dice and lay 'em nice when I shake 'em and play the game of life

My perspective as an adolescent was mad depressing

And if I had to guess, I'd say the Universe had a lesson

I'd tune in first and assume that a looming curse was due and that the truth would hurt

When truly the stress had been a blessing

Cause now, I really don't give a shit

But still I'm sick of this frickin' ridiculous, fickle, meticulous bitch of a situation

This wicked nation has made exist through hatred

Tryna sustain a feigned division within a system of containment

This is nothing but a game, just see that our pain's the way the pieces are played with

And I believe they afraid

They see that our brain when free can be dangerous

To institutions of greed, so they aim to leave you a slave like people for ages

Have been

But no matter what happens, don't let em lead you astray

The absence of having a choice is that which angels and demons the same

But we got the option, so why would you want war?

We got enough money for bombs, why the fuck they wanna take mine for?

And we got poor, but I'm sure that we got more than we ever would need to feed 'em all

But they hoard it up in a locked store

What an odd bluff of character

Does God love America? I'm not sure

But if he does, then I can assure you that the devil loves it a lot more