Off with Their Heads

Manned flowers intense tremble across vivid stones
From a far away land
So distant that the coffee stains on my
Shirt turned into brown, brown ladybugs
And wandered all over my body 'til
Heavy water became black and translucent and
Tales from unknown rabbits, were the only thing you can see
And they jumped across like small
Small town politicians trying to get their word
Across without using any social media or anything
Just paper, and paper, and paper and, and water

Off with their heads
Off with their heads
Off with their heads
Off with their heads
Off with their heads
Off with their heads
Off with their heads
Off with their heads

Days like this ended in a flash in a deadly regime
And eternal fires where the fingers and workers in the coal factories
And the milk factories and the
And the butter factories, and the morning paper factories
And the morning paper was only an iPhone the same size as a train
And there weren't any trains anymore
People had to actually walk around with
Segways had been abolished, just like slavery
And it kept on going for like this, ever and ever
Nothing was ever a choice anymore
You had information all over you
And this was the only thing you can see

Off with their heads
Off with their heads (Come on now)
Off with their heads (Cut 'em off)
Off with their heads
Off with their heads
Off with their heads (Come on now)
Off with their heads (Cut 'em off)
Off with their heads

And even George Orwell couldn't have foreseen this
This is nothing we could do anything about
It was just the world that we lived in and
We all convinced ourselves that we were artists and
This was just a part of the big one
But there was no big one