it's laid out and played out like a long-winded bore sucking air to hear it wheeze
a breeze blowing south and picking up speed
it's all planned and sanded, smooth like glass a chroniker leaking time
so sublime flowing out and feeling out the decline
you've told me before that something has to change
i've told you before we're all on a path we can't even see
it's all chance and we ran down random like maddened dolls wound up for a war
and tore through the doors we thought there was more
it's nothing i can do anything about, even if i want to
and even that's just a lie