Lyrics:

Going Through A World Of Sad Debris,
regard Quixoitic Reveries Of Ownership
The Blossoming Disease Of Man Called Tenure And Accretion,
The Ancient Western Treadmill Of Deception And Derision.
But I Want Something More.
racing Through A Life Of Tragic Wastage,
i Experience The Loss Of Trust And Innocence.
The Billowing Cyclone Of Time Has Blown Away Our Reasons
As We Trudge Like Blind Men Forward Trying To Avoid Collision.
But I Want Something...
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