Microcosm Shit from II by THAT BAND FRANK

Each morning I wake up
And I make myself some coffee
Drink down the blackness to shake off my bad dreams
I won’t let the mood set in, won't let it steep
I'm lucky to feel anything
In the age of the screens

Turn on the tele for my dose of brain candy
Flip on the news for my does of brain brandy
The news today doesn't seem all that new anyway
In the blink of an eye, we'll all die - least that's what they always say

CHORUS
So lace up your shoes
And turn your brain on
Show the world your love
Before what we got is all gone
I may be crying
But laughing sounds all the same
The world may be dying
But I’m sure we’ll all be okay

And I hope that my spirit doesn't drown in the drama
Like that microcosm shit, like you forgot a fucking comma
I've found the only way to survive this raging fire
Is to make your whole life one big fucking satire

I know it's a privilege to breathe this clean air
But if that's a fucking privilege then our rights don't means shit in deciding what's even fair

CHORUS
So bridge gaps with your enemies
And dance without fame
Give meaning to your life
Before we all go insane
I may be crying
But laughing sounds all the same
The world may be dying
But I’m sure, yes I’m sure that we'll all be okay
Aaaayyyyy aaaayyyyy ayyyyyyy

• Experimental
• Punk
• folk
• protest
• Oakland