A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility
You roll in reams across the screen
In algebra, in algebra


The fences that you cannot climb
The sentences that do not rhyme

In all that you can ever change
The one you're looking for


It gets you down
It gets you down


There's no spark
No light in the dark


It gets you down
It gets you down
You traveled far

What have you found
That there's no time
There's no time

To !@#^yse
To think things through
To make sense


Like candles in the city, they never looked so pretty
By power cuts and blackouts

Sleeping like babies

It gets you down

It gets you down
You're just playing a part
You're just playing a part


You're playing a part
Playing a part

And there's no time
There's no time
To !@#^yse

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