This is my world. I live in it.
This is my world. I’m made from it.
All around me are people like me.
All around me are people I see.
Different people want to be.
Different. Don’t you see?
Different people want to be… Free.
Different people had to be. Locked away, by fear.
Because fear of death by wayward breath became a fear last year.
And 1, 2, 3… Lock & key! The world ground to a halt.
Who is to blame? Give us a name? That was not what it was about.
Victims of a virus. Would be pioneers of the deep.
For the viceroys of doom, oh how victory must seem sweet.
They say the night is always darkest before the dawn.
As I’m writing this, somewhere Lucifer is on…
This is your world. You live in it too.
Understand what is happening around you.
Make sure to strike true.