Everybody's gone crazy,
We're floating on a rock.
Two-tonne bullets,
And a forest,
Biding their time before the race to outer space.
You would never know they'd been there,
Acting all right,
So right it's out of sight,
It's cool to drink the water.
Stop right there,
Be fair,
Try to get some perspective,
Your life's short,
And you're bored,
Talking shit and burning bridges.
On the outward swing of an explosion,
That will fold in on itself.
Well that's where we sit,
And stir a blink,
Within a system among systems,
In a cycle.
Beating out chests,
And stomping out feet,
Raising our noses,
Over notions and motion,
That wouldn't float in the thickest of oceans,
Are you kidding me?