Lyrics
So let’s raise a glass to our demise,
Celebrating the downfall or destruction.
Stockholm Syndrome and cult ties.
Referencing psychological conditions and strong group affiliations.
I heard they want to make the whole world a ghost town.
Notions of a global emptying or abandonment.
I heard they’re shooting at the kids in the street now.
Alarming and violent actions against young individuals.
So kill your friends, foes and families,
Advocating extreme actions, even against those close.
But that ain’t gospel on your TVs.
The truth isn't portrayed accurately in mainstream media.
You better sell your soul, safe inside your home.
Suggesting a trade-off for personal gain.
Just switch off your damn screens.
An urge to disconnect from media influence.
And I can’t shake the sunshine showers,
Struggling with mixed emotions.
Up all night right through witching hour.
Being awake during eerie times.
I don’t recognise this place,
Feeling disconnected from reality.
I want to dream the day away.
A desire to escape through dreaming.
They say history remembers, but it seems history forgets,
Reflecting on selective memory in history.
And I’d encourage you to think, cause' they haven’t told us that we can’t do it yet.
Encouragement to question authority.
Let’s raise a glass to the madness,
Toasting to chaos and sorrow.
The senseless division and sadness.
Highlighting division and its consequences.
Are you sure the cure is what it seems? Nothing good ever comes for free.
Doubting the authenticity of apparent solutions.
And I can’t shake the sunshine showers,
Reiteration of struggling emotions.
Up all night right through witching hour.
Being awake during eerie times (repeated).
I don’t recognise this place,
Feeling disconnected from reality (repeated).
I want to dream the day away.
A desire to escape through dreaming (repeated).
Que sera sera, goddamn ya,
Expression of resignation or acceptance of fate.
Que sera sera,
Repetition of resignation or acceptance of fate.
So stay inside, living half a life, killing ourselves to make sure we don’t die.
-Que sera, sera, goddamn ya
-Que sera, sera, sera.
-Que sera, sera, goddamn ya,
Reiteration of resignation or acceptance of fate.
Que sera, sera.
Repetition of resignation or acceptance of fate.
When we woke to wolves among us,
Realization of danger among trusted entities.
And the sheep went back to sleep,
People ignoring or dismissing danger.
They went smiling to the slaughter,
Heading towards disaster obliviously.
Said, “It was all a dream.”
Denial or disbelief after experiencing a catastrophe.
When they wrote of plague and rapture, and you lay down without a fight.
Accepting calamities without resistance.
Then they turned their guns upon us,
Being attacked by various threats.
Their chemicals and Christ.
Exposing manipulation and religious connotations.
Que sera, sera, goddamn ya,
Repetition of resignation or acceptance of fate.
Que sera, sera.
-Que sera, sera, goddamn ya,
-Que sera, sera.
-And I can’t shake the sunshine showers,
Struggling with mixed emotions (repeated).
Up all night right through witching hour.
Being awake during eerie times (repeated).
I don’t recognise this place,
Feeling disconnected from reality (repeated).
I want to dream the day away.
A desire to escape through dreaming (repeated).
Que sera, sera, goddamn ya,
Repetition of resignation or acceptance of fate.
Que sera, sera.
-Que sera, sera, goddamn ya,
-Que sera, sera.
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