Welcome to 202020 A. D
By A. D I mean after death, insect city
Would you stand on a roach
But sit there folding knitted jumpers?
To place upon your pedigree chum

All our dreams of phantasy
Are melting into lunacy
We sit there staring at our screens
Sliding down and reading things
A reverie of make believe
Of pretend lives of misery
Distraction might just kill us all
The wave we made might make this planet blue

And drown us fucking all

When they started putting the orcas in bath tubs
When they started clipping budgies wings
How would you like a prison sentence?
Then why you wanna play god?

All our dreams of phantasy
Are melting into lunacy
We sit there staring at our screens
Sliding down and reading things
A reverie of make believe
Of pretend lives of misery
Distraction might just kill us all
The wave we made might make this planet blue

And drown us fucking all

All our dreams of phantasy
Are melting into lunacy
We sit there staring at our screens
This information
The wave we made might make this planet blue

And drown us fucking all