there's a feeling about myself that i can't understand. it's a foreboding sense that i see all around the land. when the wheel of fortune turns progressively depraved
it's the manifestation of a biospheric decay. keep yourself in line; there's no design. the new paradigm is crisis time. luxury was privilege and i knew it all along
but to let human reason get trumped by emotion is wrong. all the bonds were broken when i said i loved you so
but rejection of a fantasy is just a way to help you grow. keep yourself in line; there's no design. the new paradigm is crisis time. yeah