The World is Not What You Think It Is (5 of Spades)

The world is not what you think it is
But this is not your fault, don’t be too hard on yourself
In this seminar, we will equip you with the necessary tools
To pierce veils, rip fabric, and step into the structure behind the painting
Empires, ideas, institutions—everything falls eventually

You could spend a lifetime in Toledo thinking everything was face value
How many days can you get through waking up wishing things were different?
Parties roll on into the night like
They could erase a war
Liberator, liberator
Let me know when you have a Thursday night off work
Calling all cartographers! We’re taking back what’s yours

The surf is now up
Paint over the murals, burn down your atlas
We want you. I want you
If you keep thinking about your own funeral
Or sobbing outside the sunset factory
If you stand frozen in the grocery aisle disassociating into the ether
If you believe that songs are advertisements for feelings
If your pockets are filled with ceremonial grade sage
Or that everyone used to play a game called
My Greek Chorus when you were a kid
But everyone you ask has no idea what that is
Well, buddy, we’ve got good news

This is the kind of lesson you only learn once. I love you. Good luck
This is the kind of lesson you only learn once. I love you. Good luck
This is the kind of lesson you only learn once. I love you. Good luck
This is the kind of lesson you only learn once. I love you. Good luck
I love you. Good luck
I love you. Good luck
I love you. Good luck
I love you. Good luck