The World

Are you sleeping well tonight
While the fire burns on the hillsides?
And the flames, they taste
In seven different places
While we reside here
With smoke inhalation

I'm amused by my own sense
Of invisibility
Ridiculous and bliss
The world, the world
Orbiting around my face
Too fast for me to chase
They'er quickening the pace
The world

Is this false security
When you do as they say
But don't practice what
You preach
And I guess they say
It's a little more walk
And less talk about it anyway
While you're still here
And there's no change

I'm amused by you
And all the things you do
I'm amused by you
And all the things you put me through