I'm glad to see your faces
In the most beautiful of places
With just a bit of lingering fear

Not in the mood for talkin'
Don't feel much like walkin'
I'll just astrally project outta here

You can make the case
That nothing's gonna save us from
This dystopian future that we're in
But I think you should put
Your money where your mouth is
Because I'm absolutely certain you won't win

You can make the case
That everything is perfect and
The evil in this world will fade away
But given the chance
To bite the hand that feeds me
I'm sharpening my teeth every day