The View's So Good With Your Head In the Ground

Don't worry, let it dissipate
Let it go, disassociate
Give up the old doubts, bury them down
The view's so good with your head, with your head in the ground

When will we start to take this seriously?
So much blood's been spilt
But it hasn't seemed to inspire anything

United by a common calamity
But instead of alleviating
We reinforce each others suffering

But don't worry, let it dissipate
Let it go, disassociate
Give up the old doubts, bury them down
The view's so good with your head, with your head in the ground

We're obsessed with the vanity of our petulant hurt
With self-prescribed amnesty
We never deserved

We swear that the problem's out there with them
But the problem is here
In our skin

But don't worry, let it dissipate
Let it go, disassociate
Give up the old doubts, bury them down
The view's so good with your head, with your head in the ground

Don't worry, let it dissipate
Let it go, disassociate
Give up the old doubts, bury them down
The view's so good with your head, with your head in the ground

I'm terrified of silence
Because then I might hear the sound
Of the kids in my city getting their rights disavowed

I might hear the attempts of escapism succeeding
I might hear a flatline give a new orphan greeting

I might hear the grief of a loss underserved
I might hear the drop in the bucket from
Somewhere in the developing world

While I make sure everyone knows how hard it is for me to
Stay sane as a bleeding heart invertebrate making art about my pain

I'll just disassociate
I'll just disassociate
Just disassociate