LAUGH. CRY. SMILE. DIE (feat. Shane Told)

Can you hear me, hear me calling
I got this idea that I'm selling, for nothing
(Whoa, whoa) can anybody hear me?
(Whoa, whoa) does anybody care?
Can you hear me, hear me calling
I got this worry that we're falling, for nothing
(Whoa, whoa) is anybody listening?
(Whoa, whoa) is anybody there?

Flashback to 1983
Emphasize the uncertainty
The memo says the company
Turns truth into a theory
The lies they tell our children shaping everything we know
Turning fact into a fiction streamed on every single show
Packaged and rebranded so that it's consumed by all
Simplify the lyrics, so the world can sing along

Can you hear me, hear me calling
I got this idea that I'm selling, for nothing
(Whoa, whoa) can anybody hear me?
(Whoa, whoa) does anybody care?
Can you hear me, hear me calling
I got this worry that we're falling, for nothing
(Whoa, whoa) is anybody listening?
(Whoa, whoa) is anybody there?

In the fluorescents of boardrooms
The proof disappears
In the darkness of the night
They prey on our fears

Now they're capping all the questions, no accountability
The only answers given are the ones that keep them free
They knew it, they sold it then wrote it into law
To greenwash, to market, the cleanest death of all

Can you hear me, hear me calling
I got this idea that I'm selling, for nothing
(Whoa, whoa) can anybody hear me?
(Whoa, whoa) does anybody care?
Can you hear me, hear me calling
I got this worry that we're falling, for nothing
(Whoa, whoa) is anybody listening?
(Whoa, whoa) is anybody there?
Is anybody there?

Can you hear me, hear me calling
I got this idea that I'm selling, for nothing
(Whoa, whoa) can anybody hear me?
(Whoa, whoa) does anybody care?
Can you hear me, hear me calling
I got this worry that we're falling, for nothing
(Hey) is anybody listening?
(Hey) is anybody fucking there?

(Whoa, whoa) is anybody listening?
(Whoa, whoa) is anybody there?