and you'd say i have no idea what
i'm talking about.
well, maybe i don't.
but sometimes you just have to let people talk.
maybe they're on to something.
fire lights the highways
tracks are made in despair.
walking sideways
down the hallway.
and the sky bleeds
water and wind
soaking through and through
my disguise.
we're all out here now.
supposedly exposed and revealing.
but nothings showing.
no, the secrets are in your head.
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