Lyrics:
The horizon…
always flat,
always wide.
It circles me —
three hundred and sixty degrees of quiet truth.No matter how high I fly,
how far I drift into the sky,
the line remains —
still and straight.
Flat horizon, endless line,
no curve, no spin — just space and time.
They paint the heavens in CGI,
but I can see through pixel skies.Balloons rise,
rockets climb,
drones hum their song through endless time.
Twenty miles,
thirty miles high —
the Earth below still calm, still wide.Only NASA,
and those behind the screens,
draw the curve that no one’s seen.
CGI dreams, computer light —
they bend the dark, they fake the night.Flat horizon,
silent and true,
a perfect circle all around you.
They fake the curve, they blur the sky,
with perfect pixels,
CGI.
The horizon always appears… perfectly flat.
No matter how high,
no matter how far —
the stillness never bends.
Only stories do.
Only CGI.
https://ericdubay.wordpress.com/2018/07/08/200-proofs-earth-is-not-a-spinning-ball-english/
