All you lyricists
who sing to get by
I am not one of you
I claw at the stars to find what lies behind
You philosophers who
chase the question why
care not for my reply
I’ll tear down the foundations to find what’s behind
You glorious beauties
who beguile in your time
don’t look behind
you won’t like what you find
Now is not the time for songs
tell me your reply
did you play along or cry
show me the wounds that lie behind



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