there is nothing i can do wrong
i have it all locked up in the cellar
all locked up in the dark
all smiles for you & i in this world made by the ones with no face
we are not doers but we are tellers
and we have made our mark
once in a while i will venture into the unknown
fishing for abnormalities, time consuming tasks for which i will embark
there is nothing to be done, absolutely nothing to be done
but we will follow the fake-lit rainbow to your corporate buildings
do your every bidding because our arms are connected with your strings
PLEASE! wake up from this horrible nightmare
there is a seat for you away from all despair
sing & write & die with our arms dangling to our sides
instead of the depressed induced ropes hanging from our necks
with our hollow and empty insides
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