The Flat Earth?
Written by John Galantini
Oh what a time to be alive I'm sat in car on Mulholland Drive Staring out at the Hollywood sign Watching the damn thing burn
The smoke is rising and the air is thick She takes a selfie to remember this The original Narcissist around whom the whole world turns
And where would she be without Someone to bitch about There's never a moment to figure it out
This is how we do it This is how we do it This is how we take control Oh This is how we do it This is how we do it This is how we take control
Oh what a time to be alive I'm starting to read between the lines To seperate the facts from the lies It is not black and white
And who needs scientists? Or data analysts The truth is whatever we tell you it is
This is how we do it This is how we do it This is how we take control Oh This is how we do it This is how we do it This is how we take control