[ Featuring White Years ]
People of the world
Pissing in the same old whirlpools
Eating from the same old vines
It boggles the mind that we do fine
A lifetime in the loop
Filling up the same blank spaces
Some moot pursuit of truth, hastily abandoned
Oh, these things we tell ourselves to feel better
Oh, these things we tell ourselves to relax
It's not awful at all
It's not sick, is it?
It's not twisted at all
Only a little bit
It's not insidious or horrifying
Everything is totally fine
Follow me online
People of the world
Sailing in the same dark oceans
Miles and miles in single file
Heading in reverse directions alone
