Residents In The West Wing:
The bones that beat against their mere meat cages
They rot and plot and try arrays of escapes but
They fly from entropy to fantasia

Camped in a land between discord and arrangement
Whispers from corners that you dare not engage with
Fly me from entropy to fantasia

There’s no one here who’ll keep their reason from caving
We grow some things to make their transit less painful
Fly me from entropy to fantasia

One day the cracks in consciousness reave your psyche
And we’ll be here for you our prodigal junkie
Fly me from entropy to fantasia