Woke up sweating from living in hell,
No more using pennies on that wishing well,
Devastation ushers revelation,
I beg you be you in this conformist nation,
Where are we going? Yeah I'm not sure either,
But I know this road leads back to the ether,
Striving to reach our cool, calm, collective,
What is life? Well I guess thats subjective,
Tell me your idea of serenity,
And ill tell you to find it inside of the we,
We could stand together like a group of red woods,
Well I suppose we could, should, would?
I certainly hope so there's so much we don't know,
Keep going at your pace wether fast or slow,
I feel so alive when my heart beats fast,
In this current state this world won't last,
Those things they classify as commodity,
Are actually sister's and brother's to me,
We are all living in hell as we know,
It's so hot and I'm just praying for snow.