Come now. I’ll show you the ins and outs of
town. A town I’ve built up from the ground.
Now you’ll start to see all your hopes and
fantasies. Dreams aren’t made without me.
I’ll treat you like a child of mine.
We’ll sail away.
Comatose; you must take me as just one of
those blindsided by your stock piles. I see your
red you’re all so vile.
How much longer do you think this goes on?
Then so long.
All rolling eyes.
Decisions they seem so far gone. Knowing little
can hurt for so long.
The price that we pay are the beds that we
Who’s at fault when were all wrong?
Listen. The crowd wants to see you glisten.
Adhere or you’ll just disappear.
Calm down. Come now.
We’ll sail away. Maybe… some day.
Decision they seem so far gone. Knowing little
can hurt for so long
The price that we paid causes pride from
dismay.
Who’s at fault when no one’s wrong?
Who’s at fault when were all gone?
Who’s at fault when were all wrong?

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