Babyland Test Pilot
If we're descendants of power and grace
We're caught in such a desperate state
The way things may have been is now compromised?
What do we salvage?
Standing on my own. I'm here because of them
For those who carried on. Should I struggle for the same?
Whatever I may find is free to all who care
A gift of false rewards. A promise of nothing
I could see them, see them look away
I could see them all cover the tracks of their past
I wasn't let in when they knew what was coming
Wide eyes. Inexperience
They never told me what nothing meant
Lead on into the ugliest mess
Pass it off as a search for tomorrow
"What needs to be done, needs to be done."
And I take it on though I know it's too much
I'm overwhelmed and exhausted from building it up
The constant attack
I keep my head up high just like a test pilot
Do you remember? Or, do you recall all the bullshit involved?
The lines I was fed just to keep me from quitting
Will you remember when you forget? Who tested it out
Who's still in the hole. Who's still at the bottom
