Wake up wake up and smell the burning shit show

There's a manic monkey making a huge mess,
a hint of madness in his eyes,
paranoia paralyzing his psyche as he drowns in delusions and lies..

"Wake up wake up and smell the roses"
Open your mind and see this massive mess,
we're nothing but pests especially here in the west,
nothing but fiends just stuck in machines
Nothing but souls spinning out of control
wake up the others we're all lovers..

This is a world where they weed out the weaklings,
this is where they reward the warmongers
Here's where they're quick to cling to power and greed and forget all about those in need..

Wake up
Wake up and smell the burning shitshow.
This is the realm where relaxation revolts us,
Don't rest don't play
the tyrants shout as they tiptoe away.
No restraints no constraints
on our power as a species
Spinning on a sphere in space..
The others are lovers.

Wake up
Wake up and sense the separation,
See all the silent shooters sniping spirits,
This is a world which
we've created..

Just specks of dust
eachother we all should be able trust,
another species almost all out of luck
mostly cause we didn't give a fuck.

"Wake up wake up and smell the roses"
Take a last look at this lost land
before she's gone along with us..
Maybe we don't care to understand.