Old Mr. Fun is back
Wonder where he's been hiding at?
Hanging 'round the edge
Walls unfortified this time
No different patchwork hack
Toil away on an unlaid track
Falls closing in
Got nowhere to hide this time
Finding ceilings low
I'm too big or this room's too small
Why's my ceiling another's floor?
Past twisted, expected warp
Attention span increasingly short
Hard to breathe
This altitude with get you high, I've tried
Finding in ceilings low
I'm too big or this room's too small
Why's my ceiling another's floor?
And nobody can tell you
It's a moment in time
That defines or deforms you
And nobody can tell you
It's a moment in time...
Write me over false reporter
Can you let me shine?
Write me over false reporter
Can you let me shine?
And nobody can tell you
It's a moment in time
That defines and deforms you

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