Good things, aren’t always the right things,
Good things don’t last, burning in the fire,
These cool things dig under my skin,
Scoot to the left, flow through the door,
And go.
Right things, aren’t always good things,
Door swings, deadbells ring,
Gotta get you out of my life,
Gotta get back to what’s right.
Retreating from the night.
10,000 moves, not one is right,
Hollar out into the night,
Fight for what’s right,
Blunt knife gouges the tissue,
It’s no longer my issue.
Walking through the crystal palace,
What was it that you said out of malice?
For everything they told us,
I couldn’t fight for us.
Curving wall to the eastside,
Wish I was sitting beachside,
With all that I tried,
Couldn’t fight the tide,
Find a place to hide.
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