Burning Airlines Flood Of Foreign Capital
I never said one simple thing
or true to suspend disbelief;
some things you fall into.
I split myself instead 'til one by one
you all slip away,
die or go drifting and languages change.
I loosen my grip on memory,
sane but unprotected too.
Know what you want?
Now to find out just what
you'll be settling for,
the time passing faster than ever before.
On view but not revealed,
the documents are sealed.
I never knew you.
How did I get myself addicted
to what pulled me through,
making a list of the uses for you,
pissing in the pool.
Keeping this to use.
Whose sucker is who?
Our lies are like the deep blue sea.
