Millennial Prayer 20:16 by Kitt F-C Lyrics
As we start our numbered days looking through the fibers of the web, implementing innovations laughed at and bemoaned by those who were born too soon
We keep in mind that they may not be aware of the brand new dilemna thrust into our hands,
As the acid dropper's presidential games continue, and we are beaten into a slow acceptance of the oncoming catastrophe that flirts with our beloved land, as if it weren't enough of a wrench to be squeezed out of options of making viable futures for ourselves and left without plans
There's no new frontier to run to, no Ellis Island to rename us,
We can only turn the art of imagery into some sick surrealist orgy, ultimately resembling the post-reality that ambushes us in our present day
Where the fight for progress creates only more backlash and little understanding
Where, more than ever, the cornerstones of human justice and decency are more despised than hate itself
Yeah, we've got space shoes and nowhere to fly, and a world of instant information to accelerate the journey of youth
We've found ways to make Pop-tarts taste like root beer
But we still haven't found the quickest ways to the truth
We say sensitivity is always a weakness, and that the cutthroat is always right, and then pretend not to know the difference between an opinion and a fight
So tell yourself "Haters gonna hate" and leave your self-reckoning for later
But tell me do you really think everyone who criticizes you is just a hater?
All rights reserved © 2016 Kitt Flamer-Caldera
We keep in mind that they may not be aware of the brand new dilemna thrust into our hands,
As the acid dropper's presidential games continue, and we are beaten into a slow acceptance of the oncoming catastrophe that flirts with our beloved land, as if it weren't enough of a wrench to be squeezed out of options of making viable futures for ourselves and left without plans
There's no new frontier to run to, no Ellis Island to rename us,
We can only turn the art of imagery into some sick surrealist orgy, ultimately resembling the post-reality that ambushes us in our present day
Where the fight for progress creates only more backlash and little understanding
Where, more than ever, the cornerstones of human justice and decency are more despised than hate itself
Yeah, we've got space shoes and nowhere to fly, and a world of instant information to accelerate the journey of youth
We've found ways to make Pop-tarts taste like root beer
But we still haven't found the quickest ways to the truth
We say sensitivity is always a weakness, and that the cutthroat is always right, and then pretend not to know the difference between an opinion and a fight
So tell yourself "Haters gonna hate" and leave your self-reckoning for later
But tell me do you really think everyone who criticizes you is just a hater?
All rights reserved © 2016 Kitt Flamer-Caldera