You are listening to Radio Cosmos
Coming at you live from Floston Paradise!
The school yard's empty
No one's out to play
A scene that strikes me
A lot these days
Children inside
Playing games
No ones out to chase the summer skies
Gone are ventures
In the woods
'Cause they're burning cars
In our neighbourhood
Everybody's angry and
Misunderstood
Is this some kind of prophecy coming true?
Tell me, somebody tell me
It's out of fashion
Almost a crime
To see no boundaries
To be color blind
Obedience's a virtue
Think is out of style
Is this some kind of prophecy coming true?
You know it's coming
Social media
Big techs kiss
Mental illness
And braindead bliss
We're sucked into
A dark abyss
Sucked into the vortex of hell
Literal vampire pot bellied goblins
Hobbling around coming after us
My spirit gets close to that evil and it goes
ARGHHHHH!
I'm not trying to blame
Anybody here
But we police ourselves
We gonna live with fear
Orwell's nightmare
Someone else's dream
I think it's clear we're this
Path is gonna lead