World Perception.
I think we need a hero,
to save us now,
can't even tell which way is up or down.
We're stuck on this world that wears a frown.
Oh no..
See we've got anxiety and depression and all that shit,
psychopaths and sociopaths and ballistics.
Is this the world you want to live in?
A world that frowns on intelligence,
and a generation whose priorities are "who's the swaggiest?"
Where's this world going -
or is it not?
Westboro Bapstist with hopes to revert.
Parents who shun equality and science - now that just hurts!
Have our days of going forward,
of evolving in the mind,
come to an end?
Or for taking a stand,
whose turn is it -
is it mine?
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