Sitting here in this white padded room
Imagining I'm a meteor flying out through the distant space
How does tiny speckle earth destroy tomorrow
So capable of so many things
Why make life taking planes?
But I believe, that when you lose your route
Choose the sunlight
It could be your guide
No more political dreams
Not another excuse
Don't need another love song we need a love bomb
To just blow us away
To freaking blow the lights out
Turning night to day
Hear it from miles away
A chance to make it right now
Fuck what the government say
We gotta save some lights now
Is that okay?
Can't you see?
This is the Truman Show, baby
'Cause when they fight who dies, it's you
Hold, if you unscrew me
We've got the same gears and same tools
But how you gonna catch up with your head hanging down
What you see staring at the ground?
But I believe, even without a clue
You've got sunlight
And it can be your guide
No more political dreams
Not another excuse
Don't need another love song, we need a love bomb
To just blow us away
To freaking blow the lights out
Turning night to day
Hear it from miles away
A chance to make it right now
Fuck what the government say
We gotta save some lights now
Is that okay?
I'm trying to un-blind a few
By removing propaganda but
They must've used the devil's superglue
I'm trying to take a machine apart, yeah
What I'm simply trying to do
Is have the listener take a pause
I've been down every avenue
But everybody's good as gone
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To just blow us away
To freaking blow the lights out
Turning night to day
Hear it from miles away
A chance to make it right now
Fuck what the government say
We gotta save some lights now
Is that okay?