Dusk, dragging along a lone shadow. The five o'clock bell and a voice counting lies. "Are you ready?" Echoes, murder and well, nobody said anything, right? I am a bypasser. "Are you ready?" I sang about a red peacock, he thought of a blue crow flapping away. Don't be fooled by what he says, tell me. What color were the feathers you saw? Unable to break loose from freedom to obligation. I don't want to always know the reason for life. When there's no lyrics, they don't get across. And even when there is, they dont get across. I sung about clouded glass. When he thought of the day, it was black birds in flight, and unable to solve for X. Skim the page hunting distorted words. If you're keen on taking his word for it, then please shut your mouth! My head hurts, I've become reckless. I just want to sway to the violent rhythm. Unable to break loose from freedom to obligation. I don't want to always know the reason for life.
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