Everything is artificial,
‘Til you’ve practiced it; fo shizzle, then you can.
Don’t say,
That nothing can be figured out,
Cus that’s a lie.
Don’t say,
That everything’s kinda distant when you go,
That’ll make it true,
And I don’t want it to be, so.
I don’t know what to say,
When I’ve stepped in your way;
Do I move?
Or do I grab onto you, and do I stay?
Do I find a grand piano,
Give it the nickname ‘Life’?
Do I find the world outside is kinda distant?
As it was one full of strife.
The painting on the wall,
Reflects nothing that I can feel;
It’s so unreal.
I know when you,
Freefall all the memories inside,
It’s alright.
Don’t scream,
From the window,
And the window’s sheen,
Lysine, gasoline.
Blue coats,
Magistrates mock people in the courts,
And caught singing:
No, no no no no.
Don’t you go,
Go, go go go.
No, no no no,
Don’t you go.
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