Wake up this juggernaut is out of control
But I'm sleeping. It's a beautiful dream, you are in it.
Wake up. This is not a dream, it's a nightmare.
You worry too much, there is nothing to see here.
Wake up. The children are crying, mourning their lost tomorrows
Silly you, we were picking daisies over their graves and weaving them into a crown for our king. Why won't you focus on the positive? A little heartbreak is nothing for a brighter future.
Wake up. We're running over pedestrians while your king is mowing down whole cities. His plans make no sense.
But we're inside the juggernaut, so it hardly matters. Sleep now, the Dream is beautiful. I can hear fascists quoting Martin Luther King and proclaiming how beautiful their dreams of ruling the world are as we weave daisy chains of love to throw on the undeserving.
Wake up the city is now a smoking ruin and this juggernaut is headed for a pit of fire
It's lovely and warm here, settle on in. Everything will be fine, can't you hear our new king? He's telling us everything is fine.
Wake up. Wake up. We're on fire
Somebody said it was best not to be woke, and with this pain I think I'll sleep some more.
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This pain I feel is all your fault. Do you hear me?
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