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 sh** 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 a**ume 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 sh**
But still I'm sick of this frickin' ridiculous, fickle, meticulous b**h 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 f** 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 a**ure you that the devil loves it a lot more