Sometimes you have to highlight the Brightness by walking through some darkness

Blissful, The Idiot sits and decays
Locked in his box
By some paper-made chains

Pair of dice
Paradise

Blathering line after line from some 70’s Sci-Fi
About hoakey religions
And Walkers of the Sky

Pair of dice
Paradise

The family tree has been poisoned by fallout in the stream
From the explosion of social media and
Internet memes

Pair of dice
Paradise

His gene pool is stagnant
A Puddle of despair
Stinking and slimy and covered with hair

Pair of dice
Paradise

Dumb-fucks and debutantes running
The planet
With brains filled with bullshit and
Souls made of granite

Pair of dice
Paradise

I say push the Red Button and
Wipe the slate clean
‘Cause I looked in the mirror and
The Idiot was me