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Stolid in Application only.
Its like I've lost all control
Been finding my way all month
Only to notice that every path I choose
With every day I lose
Moves farther from my other options
Into moments that are soon forgotten
Til the schizophrenetic directions
become this tangled mass of cables
and I just can't find the input anymore
Since when have things been this complex
Synapses pummeling, turning past into next
So here I go headlong into that wall again
Right out the other side
Broken into the swan dive
While the ironic side laughs
Knowing I've always just been
Along for the ride
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We all choose paths that we know are wrong.
And live with ourselves when the meaning's gone.
Dillinger Four
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