I climbed up the mountain to see what I could see
And when I got to the top, I stopped and what did I see?
I saw

Little mushrooms, in the ground
Bigger mushrooms, in the sky
Tell me how many will it take for you to open your eyes?

So tell me how is the view from down there
Are you more or less scared?
Since they sent our boys over there so unprepared?
Because believe it or not, it was a marketing plot
That all you mother fuckers lined up and you bought

"Meet the new boss, same as the old boss"

And when the fires fade, I will not hesitate
To devour every hour left I have in this life
To question the meaning of everything I see
And to broaden the horizons of what I percieve