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True you say you are,
I’ll be honest,
When I say I’m not,
Use any excuse,
To get what I want,
I tell you what you wanna hear,
Hurting you is the only thing,
That I could do.

And I tried to make a motive of good intention without attention,
So I’ll have the best behavior,
I’m not a savior,
I have too many layers.

And transpose the meaning,
The meaning of all of this,
Sorry I missed your call,
Was it distress?
If I reach past your smile,
Grab an S.O.S,
Do I shatter the illusion?
Am I doing you a favor?
Is there anything to salvage?
Is there anything to save?
Or am I wasting time that I don’t have?
Convincing bystanders around us,
That it’s not that bad?
Well,
It’s pretty bad so head back home,
Flip through a book and pick a god,
To thank you’re not alone.

Narcissus broke a mirror,
And put the shards into his arm,
Via hypodermic needle,
But it didn’t do him harm,
A little self-reflection,
Went a long long way,
Now he’s hiding in the cellar,
Scared to show the world his face,
Well,
I’ve never learned a lesson,
That I didn’t teach myself,
I may have lost my shot at heaven,
But I bored myself with hell,
My thoughts on Mother Nature?
Hurt her every chance you get,
I’ve really come to hate her,
Let’s cross her off the list.

Every skipped stone,
Shears the river into liquid,
Shining slivers,
Like the steady scalpel of a surgeon,
Selling virgin flesh,
To the highest bidderm
If only all the oracles of old,
Could order us to open doors,
That we have closed or offer options,
Over ones that we naively chose,
What we don’t know,
We don’t know,
We don’t know,
Stay calm,
Stay silent,
Seek out the sewers,
Sang out the sirens,
I am the cleaner,
You’re the mess,
Your little white flag,
Is right by your side so just fly it,
I am the cleaner,
You’re the mess,
S.O.S.

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