Nothing isn't natural
We stumbled on gold in the mud
The veil slipped off
At the slightest tug
Sanity's like a slippery fish
That's why I never leave the crib
Are we exhausted or just lazy
Both, maybe
Mass migration of the better minds
To me they look the same as us
Turn away with an awful fear
In the bottom of our stomachs
Keep driving
Right towards it
These hills don't circle back
They go up and up
And up and up
And up and up
And up and up
And up and up
And up and up
And up
They go up and up
And up and up
And up and up
And up and up
And up and up
And up and up
And up
Meetup groups
I'd rather join a cult
Power lines fell in the puddle
Gave me quite a jolt
Racing thoughts
In a metal chair
Two thousand volts
Why am I still here
This place looks the same
At least they play a similar game
Pretend to not see each other
And walk the other way
Cold indifference
I can see it in your face
A sinkhole opened up
I'm going to a better place
Mass migration of the better minds
To me they look the same as us
Turn away with an awful fear
In the bottom of our stomachs
Keep driving
Right towards it
These hills don't circle back
They go up and up
And up and up
And up and up
And up and up
And up and up
And up and up
And up
They go up