Atmosphere - Fortunate (Instrumental) lyrics

I highly doubt that y'all think about s** Anywhere near as often as I think about d**h Go ahead and shout at the top of your lungs But don't wake the baby up, we got a lot to get done That little light indicates a connection And if it's all the same I'd like to make a suggestion See, if everybody on this comet agreed We could set the clock to whenever we want it to be I just might just modify the mileage I don't know much, but I'm confident the fight's fixed So high that I feel like a pilot Falling out the sky full of brilliant brightness, huh Hurry up, stir me up You gotta learn the words before the whole Earth burning, but We wouldn't even need to recognize your birthday If you were the center of the universe in the first place If I had feathers I would fly away If I felt fresher in fur I would hibernate If I ever figured out how to communicate Maybe then we could accumulate For now face the wall, I ain't the same as y'all A real friend wouldn't make you take the fall Sometimes life'll try to break your balls With the long list of missed wakeup calls You know I wanna feel special Walk around the festival carrying a big stuffed animal I try not to make a mess though Gotta stay sensible, ain't nobody coming with the antidote I wanna watch you grow And I wanna leave the planet better off than it was handed to me And I don't know, there's a possibility So I settle for selling my soul to the slaves of the land of the free I don't wanna leave my family tree behind I don't anyone to miss me like I miss you But I don't wanna take up too much time I'm not trying to run away from the line we drew The sunshine seems to feel so seamless The soldier is a dreamer and a realist And history sealed this Thought me that a hero ain't nothing but a field trip Nah, I know you're down to do something profound Put a stick in the ground to prove you was around No amount of time will ever be considered enough I'm trying to tether it up and live forever through love We're not lucky, but we're fortunate I'm pretty sure of it And all the life we wasted trying to make some bread Might've been better spent trying to raise the dead