LOSTBOYEVSKY - Prayer for All Sentient Beings lyrics

[Hook] If you're sentient raise your paws to the galaxy If you're sentient raise your paws to the galaxy If you're sentient raise your claws to the galaxy Surrender to the mystery, release your maladies If you're sentient raise your paws to the galaxy If you're sentient raise your hooves to the galaxy If you're sentient raise your flaws to the galaxy Surrender to the mystery, actually do that actually [Verse 1] An open Macbook glows in a dark basement "Be the glitch that you want to see in the matrix" Some dude once tweeted that and I liked the meme So I'll propagate it onward while munching a mangosteen A cute kid who tries angles like isosceles You other squares are obtuse, Euclidean geometry Your pastor's homily can't tell you what existence means That, you've got to determine alone, it's tragicomedy But chill, man, actually, that's, like, an opportunity I think it was Nabokov who said "Create your own reality!" So I bought real estate in an imaginary meadow Built a fun love-castle and said f** you to Gipetto Now I use silly non sequitur raps that make people laugh To propel myself to lands unsullied by man's language traps You can't vanquish that even if you smite my physical frame Because I'm everything at once like long-haired mystics explain In various texts that you haven't read because you discount The obscure in favor of cutting coupons for Walmart discounts And that's cool, do your thing while I contemplate this wall art I think it's saying something about how we cherish tall, smart Handsome, straight, famous, white, males more than other humans Everyone is equally beautiful and equally stupid I watch Home Improvement to consider its targeted demographic Then chuck my television over the edge of the Grand Canyon Then climb down and clean it up because "f** littering" For me plastic bottles on sea shores tend to be embittering [Hook] If you're sentient raise your paws to the galaxy If you're sentient raise your hooves to the galaxy If you're sentient raise your flippers to the galaxy Surrender to the mystery, release your maladies If you're sentient raise your paws to the galaxy If you're sentient raise your feelers to the galaxy If you're sentient raise your claws to the galaxy Surrender to the mystery, actually do that actually [Verse 2] Stare into the void until the void stares into me It's all one burrito, man, I'm young Tat Tvam Asi Listening to KOOL A.D. and reading Murakami Might transport me to dreamscapes complete with purest swamis "I'm here with Gandhi, what do you have to say to the human race?" "The next time you feel violent just put on a De La Soul tape And smoke some Bob Hope, that will make your soul great." Really you can transmute frustration into poems or pottery Type of dude to do some baffling sh** if he won the lottery Probably create an alternative educational institution Then build a sustainable off-grid home to join that movement Donate to the Gates Foundation and inner city art programs Give the rest to the World Wildlife Fund and keep making rap jams Frankly I don't condone delaying that which makes soul glow Because projected ideal futures are illusions like the Truman Show Some humans know things that they can't articulate And some hobos are far wiser than those who matriculate