Then the soul arrives
With the complications
A cacophony so bright
In, surrounded, petrified
It's our need to find
Out everything about why
It's our greed defining
Everything about why
So you go to work
Then you try to sleep it off
Insecurities are ripe
So's the need to make it stop
Don't ask me to explain
We're just cars stuck in this race
The sun beats down
The liquid evaporates around
A common dream is waking up
As someone special
Defend your scene and make your mark
This futile dream fits you well

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