We sell our sleep to the algorithm Buy back dreams in monthly plans Children learn to fear tomorrow From the light inside their hands Truth gets dressed for entertainment Anger marches red and blue Everybody wants a witness No one knows what they should do But I still want us to survive I still want us to survive With the whole world burning bright I still want us to survive Plastic flowers at the border Private rockets, public graves Prophets put a price on heaven While the ocean floods the stairs Love reduced to an engagement War delivered through a screen We keep dancing through the warning Like the ending can’t be seen No miracle No master plan Just take my shaking hand And make a stand I still want us to survive Not as numbers, but alive If tomorrow comes tonight I still want us— I still want us to survive
