PIONEER

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I see a world on a flat, faded map
Separate, disconnected
No buckles, no straps
Can’t tie it together, can’t pull itself up
From the bottom of the barrel with the lid tight shut

I see a world on a tilted sphere
Built by angels and engineers
Stardust and knotted gears
And tinsel and toothpicks
It’s a new frontier
We all know the truth sticks
You just have to prove it, be a pioneer
How the hell did we end up here?

I see a world on a virtual plane
It’s all make-believe but still feels the same
In pleasure and pain
I’ll probably just stay
On the new frontier, I just have to prove it
Be a pioneer