From the moment my eyes taught themselves how to focus, I always knew this world had a terminal illness, the plot has thickened, the plot has thickened, you're idolizing, you're idolizing a fool, a better seller, a better seller, for what? To sing of razors, having never been cut.
And if I had a choice I would not be a witness while they (I) glorify sorrow and loneliness, the point is missing, the point is missing, a better message, a better message, we need, a better seller, a better seller for what? we need a leader and not a theatrical drunk.
Now my environment is a product of me. ..oh what a perfect place to be to be to be to be!
I'm wondering how long I can survive my self(ish) tendency to fold the hand they dealt is useless.
some words repeat
The transient, the sailor song, we move along and on and on, this harbor job, with hours long, we move along and on and on, we're here to go, so now I'm gone, we move along and on and on…now my environment is a product of me
