So I was sleeping
On this carpet I was given
To me by a shaman
And he blessed it to take flight
When I wake I am soaring
Through the clouds but went lower
To narrowly avoiding
The trees and branching out thoughts
You've gone insane
It's freeing
Do you see?
It's all going on in your head
Now that I've landed, right in
The land of the backwards
With people awfully honest, oh yeah
And genuinely happy for their friends
The boys are wearing girls clothes, oh god
The K9s walking humans, good dog
And BIPOC line up to vote
While the white seniors just stare at their phones
It's freeing
Do you see?
It's all going on in your head
No, you're not dead
How nice it would be
If that was our country
If we were honest I
Think we would realize
Our ignorance enables lies
And profits for those who televise
We're better off supporting lives
Of those born with no future is sight
If not the system gentrifies
Widening the gap and immobilizing progress beyond
If we were honest I
Think we would realize
Our ignorance enables lies
And profits for those who televise
We're better off supporting lives
Of those born with no future is sight
If not the system gentrifies
Widening the gap and immobilizing progress beyond