You seem to say
there’s an illness of mind these days
and you seem to say
that pollution strays
Truth is, standing in line with the anomaly, conspiracy,
The feel at delusive ease
And it trips you
to set your focus to
petty meanings
clouding your vision
and it trips you
to set your focus to
petty meanings
clouding your vision
Wasting time and energy
to balance your heart
for the apocalypse of speech
In a silver lightning
it’s the tide that gets you by
all the things you’re drawn to
will change color in your eye
fierce and angry every day
all the friends you call your own
when there is only one you
compare with home
And it trips you
to set your focus to
petty meanings
clouding your vision
and it trips you
to set your focus to
petty meanings
clouding your vision
I think to much in search of reason
and for years these feelings
were the only ones I was capable of feeling
Truth is, standing in line with the anomaly, conspiracy,
The feel at delusive ease
And it trips you
to set your focus to
petty meanings
clouding your vision
and it trips you
to set your focus to
petty meanings
clouding your vision

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