Postmodern Poets

All right get on the floor and move!
If you got feet, stomp to THIS beat!
Calm down
Who's there?!

This reality is not what it seems to me
This reality is more like a dream that speaks
It's like an apocalypse in the mind's eye
Where the air you breathe could make you die

Wear your mask, you postmodern poets
Look up to the sky and see the fireballs falling
Please have your mask on like a canvas takes paint
Take your place in the line six feet from me
But not six feet under

This reality is not what it seems to me
This is not what it seems
This reality is more like a dream that speaks
This will take a while to get over
The passing of time will make us think
Because we're already over

Woah
This world will stay the same
For as long as we can stand



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Walton
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