How can you prance about
Knowing some go without
The world feels like a horror movie

And I know…

There's a bomb in Gilead
Once a salve but now a rash
Soft pelf and witchy men
Stray voltage from high command

Daywalkers through the golden ghettos
Sweet Williams for the Fertile Crescent
Pinioning for crystal herons
You’re walking bags of meat
And your life means nothing

How can you prance about
Knowing some go without
The world feels like a horror movie
And I know that you're hurting

I live by code without moral and honor
Inappropriate dress and conduct
I work for Division of Wealth
Search for treasures at the expense of others
I dreamt the intangible
Prefabricate the unmemorable
Minstrel shows for deafened jays
Splayed the fog with fluttering blades

Every aspect of human life
Has been monetized and outsourced
A chemical haze lilts the great circle
Our memories thin with excellent reason
Battledress and discrete worlds

How can you prance about
Knowing some go without
The world feels like a horror movie
And I know that you're hurting

How can you prance about
Knowing some go without
The world feels like a horror movie
And I know you’re hurt