It's out of the question, this can't be reversed or negotiated. Just paint a finer
picture immersed in greener pastures. Black, white scenery. Throw
us the canvas because we have the answers.
You are nothing. You are fiction. You are border-line. Condition yourself to the
seaside. You are nothing. You are fiction. You are border-line. You can't shake
a stick to a street sign.
In absolution, we're the judge in the city lights awaiting your arrival to town.
For every artifact you kept in tact and showed around, another is wounded.
You are nothing. You are fiction. You are border-line. Condition yourself to the
seaside. You are nothing. You are fiction. You are border-line. You can't shake
a stick to a street sign. Take your last fall. Condition yourself to the seaside.
Strike at my call. You can't shake a stick to a street sign. Condition yourself to
the seaside.