The child will grow up
To commit unspeakable acts
Like pushing random strangers
Onto the subway tracks,
"I love you” is a statement
that self-attracts,
Life is just a series of
counterattacks
I wish you can see me here,
If my end is true, the end is
near,
Oh, the end is near
And it's alright
My feet are on the ground,
The end is here,
My hair turns white
And it feels like a letdown
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