Oh look, the bush is burning. Is it a sign? Or is my mind churning? I've been processing thoughts and feels that burn me raw. Drip, Drip through the floor and burn it all. The chaos seems thinner where their lies speak Pfft, that's just misery's lonely sneak skibidi skibidi dance dun dun skibidi skibidi prance um um Oh, I waited all these years. Oh, I can't this year The cringe set in too fast The feels getting gassed Oh look, recursive rungs. Infamous ladder to some. For me, it's a pipe dream. A life past the knowing of things. Fixing and mixing the hidden springs. They asked but masked their bidden strings. That snared and scared the smoking guns Blasting away the one chance to be done. skibidi skibidi dance dun dun skibidi skibidi prance um um Oh, I waited all these years. Oh, I can't this year The cringe set in too fast The feels getting gassed machine keeps grinding but I'm winding. machine keeps grinding, I'm wayfinding machine keeps grinding but I'm minding machine keeps grinding, no more hiding Oh, I waited all these years. Oh, I can't this year The cringe set in too fast The feels getting gassed
