P.O.V.

I don’t accept the birth of you
Yes you do yes you do
Look it up it's in front of you
Don’t have to, don’t have to
Pick it up and expand your view

The base is knowing, the base is going to space

I built this temple, I plant the seeds
The roots dig down to concrete
I built this jungle, I built this jungle
To hide the keys to your disease
I built the sky, I built the sky
So you can look up and ask why

I like the view the from here
Beyond the thermosphere
I wish you’d see this place
Instead you're in the base

The base is knowing, the base is going to space

The sun, the sun, the sun, where it all begun
The sun, the sun

Tits and cats and lots of booze, tell me what you choose to choose
I’ll show you what you once knew
Dicks and chicks equality, tell me what it means to be
I will be what you will be
The sun, the sun