Renaissance City
We reach the city, Caroline and I - everything I thought was true was a lie
Apathetic creatures shuffle about with nothing to believe and nothing to doubt
How did we fail to notice our role as evil overlords, irredeemable trolls
Far above this unheavenly mess, where human morality has failed the test
You won't feel a thing in Renaissance City
And you won't mind at all in Renaissance City
We listen as Helpers read from a script, urging their flocks to give up the ship
Just lower your expectations, they say, and happiness happens at least once a day
Meanwhile, armored security Jacks are beating up Psyches who preach a new path
Zip-tied vagrants assemble in rows, marching in step to parts unknown
You won't feel a thing in Renaissance City
And you won't mind at all in Renaissance City
Somehow, she finds us, my long-lost aunt, with knotted hair and tattered pants
Caroline wants to go home I can tell - her sensitive nose can't stand the smell
We reach the hideout without being seen and Jet introduces her motley team
They surround a dog-eared book of prose, their bodies frozen in a reverent pose
You won't feel a thing in Renaissance City
And you won't mind at all in Renaissance City
Renaissance City, Renaissance City
Apathetic creatures shuffle about with nothing to believe and nothing to doubt
How did we fail to notice our role as evil overlords, irredeemable trolls
Far above this unheavenly mess, where human morality has failed the test
You won't feel a thing in Renaissance City
And you won't mind at all in Renaissance City
We listen as Helpers read from a script, urging their flocks to give up the ship
Just lower your expectations, they say, and happiness happens at least once a day
Meanwhile, armored security Jacks are beating up Psyches who preach a new path
Zip-tied vagrants assemble in rows, marching in step to parts unknown
You won't feel a thing in Renaissance City
And you won't mind at all in Renaissance City
Somehow, she finds us, my long-lost aunt, with knotted hair and tattered pants
Caroline wants to go home I can tell - her sensitive nose can't stand the smell
We reach the hideout without being seen and Jet introduces her motley team
They surround a dog-eared book of prose, their bodies frozen in a reverent pose
You won't feel a thing in Renaissance City
And you won't mind at all in Renaissance City
Renaissance City, Renaissance City
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Writer(s): Christopher Esse
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