Liar's Ransom

If, on your quest for living,
you should discover Earth,
then may it be perfect.
May it be its own rebirth.
Why don't we see this?
Everyone you know you knew.
It's an excuse for a being,
it's a limelight through and through.
It's a tragedy of sorts,
kinds of things I cannot bear.
It's electrical and important,
so blind and unaware.
It's the noise you hear at midnight.
It's the sirens in the morn.
It's the stories that you heard,
long before your birth was born.
So sing your silly nightmares,
let the light fade from it all.
As we wander through it, we will
surely stand up, surely fall.
All your numerals can't explain
everything that I have seen.
Your lies can't underestimate
the world beyond the screen.
So dance to all your steps.
Kill your makeshift loves.
Because one day, someday soon now,
I'll see what you're made of.