The View's So Good With Your Head In the Ground

Don't worry, let it dissipate Let it go, disassociate Give up the old doubts, bury them down The view's so good with your head, with your head in the ground When will we start to take this seriously? So much blood's been spilt But it hasn't seemed to inspire anything United by a common calamity But instead of alleviating We reinforce each others suffering But don't worry, let it dissipate Let it go, disassociate Give up the old doubts, bury them down The view's so good with your head, with your head in the ground We're obsessed with the vanity of our petulant hurt With self-prescribed amnesty We never deserved We swear that the problem's out there with them But the problem is here In our skin But don't worry, let it dissipate Let it go, disassociate Give up the old doubts, bury them down The view's so good with your head, with your head in the ground Don't worry, let it dissipate Let it go, disassociate Give up the old doubts, bury them down The view's so good with your head, with your head in the ground I'm terrified of silence Because then I might hear the sound Of the kids in my city getting their rights disavowed I might hear the attempts of escapism succeeding I might hear a flatline give a new orphan greeting I might hear the grief of a loss underserved I might hear the drop in the bucket from Somewhere in the developing world While I make sure everyone knows how hard it is for me to Stay sane as a bleeding heart invertebrate making art about my pain I'll just disassociate I'll just disassociate Just disassociate