Once he was a flash of lightning in the neighborhood
Violet streams of music in his ears
He spoke in tongues, stories of oblivion
He relished every dream that would appear
There he goes, you’ll never recognize him
The downtown brain presents itself in grey
Another one has left behind his family
Another one has been led away today
For the stories of boredom, stories of apathy
You’ll get nothing, not a thing from me
Stories of boredom, stories of apathy
You’ll get nothing, not a thing from me
Can you see the wasted days in the distance?
Can you see the mountain void you’ve grown in there?
Can you see the cracks in the overcast?
Can you see everything that’s hardly there?
Stories of boredom, stories of apathy
You’ll get nothing, not a thing from me
Stories of boredom, stories of apathy
You’ll get nothing, not a thing from me
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