Pack the van, forget the rest
I retire, we're moving west
My lungs fill with suburban air
I swear by bits that fade and disappear
Rescind my friends, they aren't there
It's not that I'm into punishment
I'm scared of change and I'm cognizant
There's more to be than in Demarest
More to live for than I know yet
Running through this cyclic war
See it ending unlike before
But I take time to hesitate
Cave to losing, wash broken plates
An ugly image I consеcrate
It's not that I'm into punishment
I'm scared of changе and I'm cognizant
There's more to you than the parts I dread
More to live for than I know yet
The master plan so clamouring
What's definite, now exploding
What if action amounts to sin?
In orange plastic, so paper thin
Cradle my neck, still swallowing
It's not that I'm into punishment
I'm scared of change and I'm cognizant
There's more to hurt than what's in my head
More to live for than I know yet
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