"I don’t think that I like you anymore. Well, I found new feelings at the feeling store, and I can’t find you at our kissing place, and I’m scared of those new pairs of eyes you have."
We must blend into the choir
Sing as static with the whole.
We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul.
And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won.
We must run, we must run, we must run.