The current takes me over the fence
Into the yard
Into the sky so far
Erased in eternity
Evaporated in sin
I can't think of anything else
Because your running through my head
You're the closest thing to perfect
Besides my mattress bed
I forget all my problems
You make them all red
Theories burned to ash
Dreams floating in the realm
Laughter of greedy politicians
And cries of middle class suckers
It all fades away
Nothing stays
Nothing good lasts forever
Everything goes away together
All at once
As light as a feather
If it comes to an end
There's something better
It doesn't feel right
It smells like bullshit
What could be better then this?
I believed this to be the best
Boredom at its finest hour
The mind at its fullest power
Our lives are mathematical equations
To the infinite number
But our minds are spirits
Souls, that we call knowledge
We can't understand ourselves
So we make up words
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