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