Things are not the way that I remember The world around me ages every day I don´t recognize the person standing in my mirror Looking older now and angry and afraid
Do the places I found meaning still mean anything at all? Do the values I´ve upheld hold any value now? I am worried my America will die when I do And there won´t be nothing left of me when I am not around
When I was young, we didn´t have the internet Or corporations censoring our words I sit and scroll at night in the soft, blue cell phone light As the lines that divide fiction from reality are blurred I work too many hours to research everything There´s just so many minutes of the day I´m wary of the jokers and the koolaid dipped joint smokers
You can´t believe a god damn thing they say
And the media wants money more than telling me the truth Journalists farming clicks with shock headlines I am worried for my children, though I don´t know how to tell them And what this world will look like when my America has died?
And you can call me a hypocrite Or a white supremacist, whatever helps you sleep But I don´t where I fit into this Unless I now decide to relearn everything?
Do the places I found meaning still mean anything at all? Do the values I´ve upheld hold any value now?
I am worried and afraid in a myriad of ways And I want to see the future but I don´t know how