Lost at Sea: A Message from Earth 🌊

i am writing to you from earth
star date 20 20 and 4
in the middle of the ocean
and i can't hardly see the shore
it's a hard way to find out
ya don't wanna be a sailor
halfway across the atlantic
in your mother's trailer
what i'd do to be certain

i heard a quasi-psychedelic jester gladiator
on his compound in the flower of the mexican war
you'll become what you hate if you seek to replace
what u hate i never seen it more
it's a hard way to find out
you don't wanna be a horn
when they're already blowing
in the middle of a storm
what i'd do to be certain

there's a light beneath the curtain
where the shadows dance
i can't know
i can't trust it
i can't take the chance
somedays the sun comes up
in spite of me
i'm gonna find it
inside of me
what i'd do to be certain

i see that hate has some pep in it's step
i would too with a big blank check
all the backwards preachers in out in oklahoma
are gettin high gettin stoned on their own aromas
its a hard way to find out
that it ain't above love
that fear is a comfort
it fits like a glove
what i'd do to be certain