[Verse: Gripp]
There are a couple of weeks before Atlanta shakes the winter off
When the air is thin and soft and my mind wanders
Getting lost in its thoughts not of the Pentecost
Or hateful words in a mosque or a synagogue
Or politicians riffing or the vibes they're giving off
Or generals commanding their soldiers in a war
The world's a little torn. I'll admit it isn't all
That we are wishing for. This is my missive, ya'll
We spend our days occupied by our life views
And all the bullsh** we feel we have to fight through
Struggle or we might lose footing. Get the right shoes
Make the right move or it'll come back to bite you
We're not meant to be so mired in the entropy
Centipedes of the universe scurrying endlessly
Working through malaise for the pension, haven't slept in days
Pensive. I'm a slave and this desk is just a cage. Question:
How are we different from the other ninety-nine percent
Of species that perished without anyone noticing?
Another three billion years down the road
Who is gonna give a f** how many records I sold?
We're the anomaly, the philosophical zombie hypocrisy
Animals that see themselves consciously. It's got to seem
A bit odd to be so invested in the monotony
Yes, I should just disconnect logically. What's stopping me?
Well, there are a couple of weeks before the spring sweeps
Through Atlanta's grim streets making tree limbs leaf
The air gives me goosebumps, sun descends
Watching how mauve the sky becomes again
I realize I waited all day to see this fade and bleed
Of reds, blues, grays, and greens
A hundred fifty trillion meters shining rays to trees
Man, this Earth is a f**ing beautiful place to be. Go...
[Hook: karen.alise]
It's so beautiful
So beautiful
It's so beautiful
So beautiful