shit stroll (nah nah nah)
against me!
shed the light of vision to the calling plot
you remember every moment
or has it always been like this?
tonight the bottle offers no answers
these were the decisions you said you could handle
this was the moment you said you were ready for
so the unexpected doesn't appease me
too full of sense of direction
offer to sedate the friend of the flesh
will there ever be a time?
spent a lifetime in order to realize
the material in each and empty thoughts
save our social expectations
or are you just so far gone to realize
too close up to understand
still annoyed by us anarchists
sell our shit to all the kids