I try not to scare you, but I'm scary. I try not to question, but I'm paranoid.
I try not to ignore you, but I'm preoccupied. though I could not adore you, cause I'm unqualified.
Everything's been said before looping thru in on time. Why do we keep believing what we say is new. Stealing thoughts and ideas from corpses of the past, with a new coat of paint we sell more than a few.
I try to slow down, but I'm hypo-manic, feel my feet upon the ground, but I'm still flying
Liars and Thieves, Liars and Thieves, are we all just Liars and Thieves, Liars and Thieves, is that all there is Liars and Thieves, are we all just rotting to dust
Everything's been said before looping thru in on time, but sometimes it's the attitude that repeats it anyway. Finding ourselves fallen, straying from a path, knowing few are listening yet finding there is something to say
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