What a strange world I live in
This is our world
But so many people live as if it is only their world

Blue orb speckled with green
Spinning around a gargantuan ball of fire at the center of everything

This strangeness is felt
Like tears on my cheeks
In a world with so many sharp edges
I'm searching for a soft place to land

Society is a socially acceptable form of prison
We're so accustomed to the prison's parameters
That we're blind to them
We work like little faithful working bees
So our kings and queens
Can reap the benefits

If we stay nescient
Then we will never have the option to break free
But some don't care to be free
They find security in the dull drum of certainty
So, I invite you to step away from this madness with me,
But only if you truly want to be free.