Canyons are deep, chasms are wide
You navigate the outside
Ill keep us safe inside
Every corner of the world is stained by war
There is no safe place anymore
In the cities, everyine has lost their minds
In the farmlands, not a seed is left behind
The sky is falling, the ground is rising
The living scream, the dead are sighing
But it is not the end of creation
Only the end of your generation
When everyon thinks every one else is stupid
There will not one of intelligence left alive
Sometimes I thinnk there is no such thing as thinking
Our brains abandoned us to survive
Theres a horse on the piano, a flower on the bee
Sometimes Im not sure if Im here at all
Or if some higher power is just fucking with me
They murdered us with fear in the 50s
In the 60s we were strung out on Doris Day
In the 70s they burned us in the jungle
In the 80s they infected us with AIDS
In the 90s the real wat got started
The new century turned our memories upside down
Today not one of my old friends
Remembers the way they were before the shit came down
If your doggie bites
Just dont pet her
If there is something you dont like
Make something better
The car is at the end of its rope
Towed down a reckless highway
This is our destiny. This is our time.
And we are sitting in the back seats
Counting dimes and making rhymes
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