These scribbles on this page dry like raisins in the sunshine

Like unrequited days or the pain from my mum′s eyes

Dumb enough to hope and prayAnd young enough to know we're unwise

Rather question everything that act callow in a gunfight

The king is dead

The earth is flat

You thought its bad

It′s worse than that

The lies you told

You made your bed

Lie in it, lie in it, lion inside the enclosure

If I was you wouldn't get closer

If I was you I would be nice though

If I was you I would be nice though

Cos you got the people on flight mode

Never been any connection

But one day your bubble will burst

And you gotta run for the exits

Yeah run around round round world

Like KFC chickens all headless

Or refugees running for refuge

Then you'll find out where the edge is

Deck of cards it′s all aces aces

Me and them different places places

When they fall off the faces faces

Then they might know what space is

Why are force fields wrapped round like orchid vines baby

Deck of cards it′s all aces aces

Me and them different places places

When they fall off the faces faces

Then they might know what space is

In a just filled world we would all align

Is it conspiracy they conspire

As we look at screens but not higher

Like like everything but each other

Follow people over dreams yeah that's dire

I′m not inspired

I'm fucking tired

Tryna′ stay hungry while people dying

Dying of hunger their dying to live

Shining a bright light into an abyss yeah

Will it be missed there can you see this here

This area take form of a lit flare gather round

Let's find connection and love

Elections are fucked

Elected corrupt

And left enterprising incentives for everyone but us

Uh how you gonna do us like that

You slags

Try follow them chem trails back to the lab that they came from

Tryna′ work out the circumference of

Flat earth so we can go and make one

Climb up on on it then take off

Take off these rose tints

My patience though it's so thin like the ozone now I'm roasting

It′s cool though I′ll stay hoping

For this whole thing

Deck of cards it's all aces aces

Me and them different places places

When they fall off the faces faces

Then they might know what space is

Why are force fields wrapped round like orchid vines baby

Deck of cards it′s all aces aces

Me and them different places places

When they fall off the faces faces

Then they might know what space is

In a just filled world we would all align baby