I Saw The Messed Binds Of My Generation

You are real. you are real. breathe deep
Let the screens go blank and the streets explode in sirens
Bow and vow praise to hunger pangs
And do run run run do-do run run
Don't ask through what world. skip the hugs
And do run run run do-do run run
You are real. you remain real thanks to both itch and state
And attempts to comprehend environmental devastation
See this today was not a day until lit is and ta-da!
This today of all days you've been made real
But in what world, how to know?
Just call home. stitch and feed and you're home
Been kept so real pressed against ambitious to-do lists
No time to rationalize, just scratch some shit out
What will it take to make you take care of yourself?
Don't you hear the sidewalk's cheer from the fireman's song sung from his truck's PA?
That's all i hear that siren song the firemen sings from his truck's PA