Riot.Sheet

Shall we riot in the streets Party in our sheets Protest the unique Worship our physique? Or should we drop to our knees Look death in the eye And choose to keep on running? Shall we cry ourselves to sleep Surface from the deep Filter out the weak Strike the other cheek? Or should we drop to our knees Look death in the eye And choose to keep on running? Did you kill to earn a spot on the globe? Did you snag a shooting star? If the space dust fits neatly in your hands Then enjoy, this life's all yours Shall we learn to love the taste Of dirty bathroom floors? The moment's not a waste When we can feel no more (As for me) I'm gonna drop to my knees Look death in the eye And choose to keep on running Did you kill to earn a spot on the globe? Did you snag the shooting stars If the space dust fits neatly in your hands Then enjoy, this life's all yours And when that final question comes May my answer be to run