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It makes no difference to me,
Where I lay my pillow.
If I unravel at the seams,
Don't say, "I told you so."
Don't say I'm wrong,
We've known this all along
Torn up jeans,
This shade of grey will suit me.
Mom, dry your eyes,
We're leaving this behind.
Our broken world is set ablaze and the shine of it is calling.
Bury your head,
In the space you've been mislead
But I won't follow anymore.
I've heard the stories all before.
I chose to ignore.
You can't sell your (dreams) to industry.
So go bury (them) inside your [head].
You'll never see, the life beyond [it].
While business suits, with their filthy boots,
Come perilously close to choking on (them).
Choices are angular,
Defined by Greed and Her appeal.
I'll never lay with Her,
She still can't have my dream.
Though simple melodies are all I've got to show,
I've buried thoughts of death beneath the fallen snow.
So many like me on the river set afloat,
But where would I be if I never rocked the boat.