Thought are sought through power and knowledge
to prevent the downfall of the institution
who keeps order moving
Feeling unused and bored
I fuse my thoughts with more meaningless myths
too seek my peak of of thinking about
thinking and the mind falls behind
Come along, come along, follow my lead
Just never follow that advice I heed
Summers give illusions of fun and games
but they create delusional love and its all the same
Come back to spring, where I bring on the life
that created the deflated version of my song
I sing, the only one I'd sing along
(Chorus)
So sell my thoughts and misinterpret words
but make sure to stand for the people who sough
their true meaning of existence and the
existential analytic can continue but,
only on a venue
(Chorus)
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