What a superficial place we live in

What a time it is to be alive

I'd like to fly without pollution

Then maybe I can be alive instead of die

Your gods are aliens

You don't believe me

Call me close minded

Believe what I believe

What a great wonderful place we live in

What a time it is to be alive

I'd like to know that there's not microplastics in my fucking balls

Then maybe I can anal birth a porcelain baby

Your gods are aliens

You don't believe me

Call me close minded

Believe what I believe

Fucking fuck