Que Sera

So let’s raise a glass to our demise,

Stockholm Syndrome and cult ties.

I heard they want to make the whole world a ghost town.

I heard they’re shooting at the kids in the street now.

So kill your friends, foes and families,

But that ain’t gospel on your TVs.

You better sell your soul, safe inside your home.

Just switch off your damn screens.

And I can’t shake the sunshine showers,

Up all night right through witching hour.

I don’t recognise this place,

I want to dream the day away.