As implied in the last song
We fall for the temporary lulls
Of motion with sickness that turn to a secondary stall
Unconscious collusion
Illusion of bloodstains on the wall
That go undetected; deflected and all, but
That's not what I am here for
Trust me, that's not what I'm here for
It's only meant to be a mea culpa
Meta-C4 and cetaphil, gin-and-soda
With a twist of any citrus fruit
You can get in your sweaty mitts
My god, is the first third the best third?
Or did the fable lie?
I lied in the last song a bunch if you haven't realized
Consider the panorama harder to define
Anyway, that's it
I thank you, my friеnd, for swinging by
As if! You had! A choice!
Invited! But! Without! A choice!
I knеw your plans
Knew you had a fairly blank agenda
As blank as the return address of the sender
I'll always remember that part where you said
The don'ts do not always match up with the did
The part where the values the seeker-of-truth held
Hold taut at first 'til they gotta hold looser
Don't reflect the passion you had in your youth
So don't go beating yourself up
(You don't have to be cool, you can even make loud noises)
