Flies Cheekface

[Verse 1]
The market is flooded with people like me
In a passenger van, with a pine-scented tree
Who cannot do a kickflip, and are not on TV
And who aren't really vegan or cruelty free
Now nature is scenic, the views are serene
Now nature is dusty and rumors are true
And we love dust because it is so cool
So of course we can't wait to be it
Dust I mean, not cool

[Chorus]
We are living the dream in a room full of flies
And we look out of placе in a space out of time
Therе's a buzz in our heads and the insects replied
"We were doing a bit for our whole frickin' life"
We are living the dream in a room full of flies
But now we have to leave 'cause they gave us the light
There is chocolate and cheese, there are too many guys
We are living the dream in a room full of flies

[Verse 2]
The market is flooded with people like me
And our value is plummeting, now we're worthless and free
The poem's out of order, the colors start to bleed
The money isn't vegan or cruelty free
The market is flooded with people like me
Who sacrificed our common sense for grudges of no consequence
Who walked out of the library with two copies of "Meat"
Then we posted on IG and shoplifted in solidarity