I heard that it was possible to hallucinate
From the oxygen they give you on a crashing plane
But little did they know they were crazy the entire time
And it only took the presence of death to realize you have such little time
Where are lives are a number
So the government can corrupt it
With the malicious propaganda
It makes me nauseous and I can't stand it
Just know I wish to go in peace
Possibly gracefully in my sleep.
