A halogenic chandelier that crystalizes thirst
Cookie-cutter smiling faces all about to burst
Disembodied voices speaking trivialities
Subjects, objects, predicates that circle around with glee

Can't you see
This place ain't right for you or me, concede
It ain't what we thought it'd be, believe
The walls around my mind are caving to fear
And I don't want to die here

Incoherent babble like a multiscreen TV
Permeates the room like salt that permeates the sea
Ruby saffron haze; I turn to windows for advice
Curtains cascade soft parade; my eyes have turned to ice

Green (green)
A social scene of subjects that I've never seen
Blue (red)
A backyard shed just might be calling my name
Purple (gray)
A fuschia play, heroes made of paper mache
Orange (pink)
I don't think I was meant to play this game

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A Social Scene song meanings
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