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Your strange fascination with the obvious
Makes you as startling as a window.
Your keen sense of being oblivious
Shows that you've nothing to hide.
From what I became, to what I'll become,
To what I once was, having seen some.
I went over the salt that's combined between us.
From up there all you see is clouds.
That might be bad.
Nothing like bliss.
After the aging's done, wonder how much I'd miss?
To live beyond the ever lessening mercies of others.
The shoulders that look our way; they scream out; try solitude.
The piss whores in the newsroom
Got a knack for starting fires.
They'll cut out your heart with a chainsaw
And shit it out over the wires.
That might be bad.
Nothing like bliss.
After the aging's done, wonder how much I'd miss?
To live beyond the ever lessening mercies of others.
The shoulders that look our way; they scream out; try solitude.
When the helping hands reach out, and take hold of the pillow that smothers.
Heaven help us all who understand.
Shiny's making it good - every promise made.
Shiny's making it good - with the lives he saved.
I don't want to be here when it goes down.
When it all goes down.
When it all goes down.