we are taking off to place called lies,
where everyone talks in multiple styles.
Buying clothes to match their masks,
subscribing to unless and cruel tasks.
With each word a drop to the poison vile.
Alright folks, temperature’s hot,
your pilot has been long bought.
Stay calm and in your seat,
we hope you play the rules and keep neat.
Just another mile.
Be sure to say your last prayer
the governments will coat it with another layer.
We welcome you to the land of the cursed,
where you will soon stop, drop, and burst