The Construction Of Ultrarealism

[Verse 1]
Depthless clouds, sugar filled head
Ignorant indulgence, average crowd
Mirage in the middle of a business center
Find consumption paradise in this destructive paradigm

Skyscraping windows killing the air
Lasers penetrating brains like a pulsing AI machine
Our pyramidal brilliance runs manipulative campaigns
As a sunrise cries, the virus spreads as victorious

[Pre-Chorus]
And we say we live

[Chorus]
Fight this fire with white hot fire
We're running out of time
It's not guaranteed we'll be Americans tomorrow
No one knows where we'll be tomorrow

[Bridge]
Sometimes I feel like the moon will crash into me
And I'll feel the earth explode beneath

The foundation of this home
The towers we've constructed
And the people who submit to it
Am I really any different?

Why don't you

[Chorus]
Fight this fire, with white hot fire
We're running out of time
It's not guaranteed we'll be Americans tomorrow
No one knows where we'll be tomorrow