The years I’ve seen
Bring immeasurable strife
It’s morose
To think
That I’ve
Learned the virtue and vice
Of death and life
In some cosmic ball
Of fire and ice

And through the thick globe of glass
Stands a man with his past
And he laughs, he laughs, he laughs, he laughs, he laughs, he laughs

He indulges himself
Watching life on a shelf
From a vantage point I can’t comprehend
It’s a comic display
The consumption at play
It’s enough for me to send

This sad syrum I’ve found
Down my throat til I drown
In my own escapist way
He’ll incite war and peace
Like a missing piece
That he has but won’t put in it’s place

But you’re so beautiful
You are not me
You are not me
You are not me

Well I saw hate and lies
I saw the worst of folks
Saved with a prayer and a sigh

They got their ticket to ride
Up the golden train
Where the sky, it shines blue
And the clouds don’t rain

So I fell asleep
On the hood of my car
And I swear I heard the tears of god
You awoke to the thunder
You just did not understand
That the record wasn’t skipping
But you were missing the point


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