Uneasy does it. Every little bit in your hungry
life has up and gone wrong. But there you
are, standing in your Sunday best,
took a rocket ride to the sun.
There will always be someone to take you down.
There will always be someone to get you out.
Climax a bit harsh, imagining the making
of a plastic love that'll last forever.
Still wide awake, and can’t seem to shrug off
the patron saint of disinformation.
There will always be someone to take you down.
There will always be someone to get you out and
there will always be happy accidents.