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