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My my. We're all so unfortunately miraged. This illusion of wealth in a red backpack, how it turns out to mean absolutely nothing. Well, that was worthless. A multitude of trashbags and a gallon of granola. That's how we're meant to survive. (Like bloody hell.)
The combustion of all of this, that's how it seems to me. That's what all this feels like. Me, I'm here with my wide eyes open, taking a daring look at all of this. All of this nothing. We're all so empty. I can't even stand it. Like that fogged over look she always gets, like the film in the eyes of a blind dog. Her voice is excited but the words drone on in the meaningless buzz, fruit gone to waste. That's right. I'm disillusioned. I'm painting the graffiti everywhere: what's going on?
You want to know what's going on?
My friends are flakes and bums. The only time I ever get any excercise is when I have to chase after my cat. I'm plotting the demise of the scale in my bathroom. I'm actually feeling nostalgic about juvy. We've got Blackspots everywhere and people are having their fingernails ripped out while they are there. There are riots in France. Soldiers on both sides are dying. And you know the scariest part?
Life is still going on as though nothing, nothing is wrong.
So you just go ahead and tell me that things are fine and dandy. I'll tell you you're a bloody fucking fool.
The combustion of all of this, that's how it seems to me. That's what all this feels like. Me, I'm here with my wide eyes open, taking a daring look at all of this. All of this nothing. We're all so empty. I can't even stand it. Like that fogged over look she always gets, like the film in the eyes of a blind dog. Her voice is excited but the words drone on in the meaningless buzz, fruit gone to waste. That's right. I'm disillusioned. I'm painting the graffiti everywhere: what's going on?
You want to know what's going on?
My friends are flakes and bums. The only time I ever get any excercise is when I have to chase after my cat. I'm plotting the demise of the scale in my bathroom. I'm actually feeling nostalgic about juvy. We've got Blackspots everywhere and people are having their fingernails ripped out while they are there. There are riots in France. Soldiers on both sides are dying. And you know the scariest part?
Life is still going on as though nothing, nothing is wrong.
So you just go ahead and tell me that things are fine and dandy. I'll tell you you're a bloody fucking fool.