Another World

Maybe in another world where our brains didn't rot
Where I never logged online and you never watched the Real Housewives
We would hunt and forage
We would feed our young
And our bodies' fat storage wouldn't sing a song unsung

We would still die
We would die in vain if it consoles you
We would still die high up on the plain
Swallowed by the constellation Leo

Maybe in another world where our brains fully rot
Where I'm a Nazi juggalo and you're a nasty thot
We would hunt and forage
We would feed our young
We'd drink from fluoridated springs and bathe in Faygo pop

We would still die
We would die in vain if it consoles you
We would still die, high out of our minds
Deftly murdered by your cousin Leo