by Andy Bonesteel
The world we live in is just an illusion
Our heads our filled with these grand delusions:
We can run, we can fly
We can laugh, we can cry
We can try anything
Any day, anytime
We can pray to the air
every day, every night
We can cure an ailment with an ounce of hope
Or we can bring on the sickness with an ounce of dope
We can go to Las Vegas just to elope
Or cope with the fact that we all die alone
We can wander the earth like we’re all God’s clones
Or play follow the leader like we’re Satan’s drones
We could all just jump in
But then who would be who?
We could climb out of this hole
And try out something new
We can ask ourselves this
We can tell ourselves that
Or we could learn for ourselves
And just fucking relax.