Que Sera

So let's raise a glass to our demise Stockholm Syndrome and cult ties I heard they want to make the whole world a ghost town I heard they're shooting at the kids in the street now So kill your friends, foes and families But that ain't gospel on your TVs You better sell your soul, safe inside your home Just switch off your damn screens And I can't shake the sunshine showers Up all night right through witching hour I don't recognise this place I want to dream the day away They say history remembers, but it seems history forgets And I'd encourage you to think, Cause they haven't told us that we can't do it yet Let's raise a glass to the madness The senseless division and sadness Are you sure the cure is what it seems? Nothing good ever comes for free And I can't shake the sunshine showers Up all night right through witching hour I don't recognise this place I want to dream the day away Que sera sera, goddamn ya Que sera sera So stay inside, living half a life Killing ourselves to make sure we don't die Que sera, sera, goddamn ya Que sera, sera, sera Que sera, sera, goddamn ya Que sera, sera When we woke to wolves among us And the sheep went back to sleep They went smiling to the slaughter Said, "It was all a dream." They wrote of plague and rapture And you lay down without a fight Then they turned their guns upon us Their chemicals and Christ Que sera, sera, goddamn ya Que sera, sera Que sera, sera, goddamn ya Que sera, sera And I can't shake the sunshine showers Up all night right through witching hour I don't recognise this place I want to dream the day away Que sera, sera, goddamn ya Que sera, sera Que sera, sera, goddamn ya Que sera, sera