Lyrics

[Verse 1] I was in between two worlds But now I'm shaping space and the void My space, your space, outer space We live dangerously because we are not programmed by the Borg The assimilated factions of the machine of compromise We are the travelers of time from another dimension To be ourselves is to believe in ourselves The old crowds will dissipate and the new crowds will appear Doors will be closed, others will be open Your beautiful mind will be unleashed The imposter will shrivel and die Like a snake skin boot, worn and discarded in a house you have left, haunted and forgotten out on Shelby Avenue [Verse 2] And this new place is infinite Like landscape stretched on impossible canvas for miles Floating on moonracer clouds Of islands in the sky No holy wars, no guns, no loud oppressive voices No ignorance, no plans, no hatred or deviance Only Bohemian expression Imagination, understanding [Verse 3] Melody, portrait, art Art, art, art True beauty Beauty is truth [Bridge] Utopia, utopia, utopia, utopia Utopia, utopia, utopia, utopia [Verse 4] When will we move to the PNW Where all of the trees are bigger than buildings And the streams are mirrors that take the stress away By not looking into them But wading into them? We feel the bodies impulse To get away from the crowd of activated zombie hordes The white nationalist militias And MAGA hat-wearing tourists The angry mobs pelting the capital buildings With notes saying "I am free" or "Give me my guns" [Chorus] Shock-Ra Shock-Ra [Verse 5] Laughing Buddha Kali Mist Sticky Icky And all the rest I am still a Christian But I am not into politics I am a gothic hippie inclusive Jesus freak Wanting peace Wanting community in music and paintings Folk art near a hidden lake Farms of green and happy animals We tip the traditions upside down And create new ones Like fantastic glowing rainbows Over toughened skins of tribal leather We paint our faces And dance around the fire Feelings and telling stories about the beginning of days When the angels were more like us Than we are now Utopia is growing Underneath the silence Underneath the mossy coating of stones Underneath what you think is real This is not real at all [Chorus] Shock-Ra Shock-Ra Shock-Ra Shock-Ra