Shock-Ra
[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