Please excuse me but I've got to ask
Are you responsible for the dying leaves
Have you used only one
You're like a careless kid with a bottle
The more you use, the more that you regret
Bring the blue to blue
Tackle the beast of nonexistence
Picking up the pieces
A self absorbing reality
In all that you can never change
It gets you down
Travel far
What have you found
Think things through to make sense
It all begins in the city
Sleeping like babies
You're just playing a part
Show the kids a genocide to the warm
Keep them in check
Tourists and motorists
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