Code Red States

I always question everything
Anything that doesn’t feel right
Then I wake up in the morning and I know everything’s gonna be fine
I always question everything twice
But I’m running out of curiosity
The age of information at the end of the equation doesn’t make sense to me
Raise your hand if you feel the hypocrisy
Content banned for the sake of democracy
Code red states to justificate
Head in sand we accept the atrocities
Hand on heart we revere the autocracy
Code red states, suffocate
Is it that anger I repress?
Is it simply that I care less?
'Cause I wake up in the morning and I know everything’s gonna be fine
The matter that remains at the very heart at the dichotomy
Is that seeing is believing, but there’s so much that I see that doesn’t make
sense to me