As much as it hurts to taint this stereo with complaints but hear me out. Although youve heard it all before, yeah youve heard this all before. Oh shit, misdirection on a tangent played out I know. Oh shit, misdirection. And well keep doing it as much as it hurts. Oh the symptoms are coming back on sad old me. And the sisters keep coming back to sad old me. Well heres a tale about a boy whos six foot four and far from a man. He burdens himself with the retribution he never received. So to make it up he fights on behalf of the girls who helped him believe that hes still alright to love. They will say to him most casually, we dont need your help. Well of course you dont but I need someone to fight for as well. We are walking on sunshine! To be blessed with the fortunate trouble free existence we lead. We are walking on sunshine! But well kick that gift horse right in the mouth. Well Ive lied and cried to ask... Do skeletons eat their bones? No! Do we stop after emphatic defeat? No! What would Don Juan say? No! Then why are we killing ourselves to love? We built a ship, a ship to sink. Submerged in abyss of hopeless hearts. We cant drown now, we cant drown now. Elevate me! Implode me! So say farewell to the morning light that once shone brightly upon the romantics. Good morning, good night to the good fight for harmony. That impossible step to escape this infinity. So say farewell to the morning light that once shone brightly upon the romantics. Good morning, good night to the brilliant horizon. A flicker in the flame, of the cruelest infinity.
well, good, morning, misdirection, brightly