Psychic Graveyard - Victim of A Talk Radio Crisis Lyrics

I believe the earth is flat
When growing up, my bones were never mapped
I know the moon landing was fake
When I look up at the stars, I'm overcome with hate

I'm an idea that America wants to forget
I find comfort in the lies

I know who controls the weather
And every storm they create, is an absent father
I believe there is a War On Christmas
The voice on the radio, claims, We are in crisis

I'm a mistake that America does not regret
I'm a mistake that America does not regret

I find comfort in the lies
I admire the mouths that tell them