Well, when I got your letter I could not contain
The urge to go beyond our inheritance again
And the drug of ages, in pages of your pen
I got to put it down
Maybe you got glazed by all the shit
you had the taste for to descend, to let me in
Maybe it's OK now if you turn and run away
An aesthetic daze of crusades and consent, and the idiot intent
And though our love was likely your disease is it so competent
You're so proud of the few risks you've taken child
But know it's nothing new, we all continue
Maybe it's OK now if you turn and run away
Well, yet again, I'm vacant above the din
Vacant above the din
Yeah, I'm swimming
I tried to dissuade the agents in your mind
Who'll rape and campaign until you resign
And I'd return your letter but I'm feeling unrefined
I'd rather put you down
Vacant in the eyes as you conform
And compromise your self in sense
You lack pretense
Maybe it's OK now if you turn and run away
Well, yet again, I'm vacant above the din
Above the din, Above the din
Above the din

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