Burn & Scar

The past’s pale pornography, it don’t disturb me
Oh it feels the same sometimes
What people do to escape misery is not fair and it’s not ugly
Poetry and bodies, coming to your party, don’t hold it against us now

The future's pale promises it can't fulfill me
But will it feel the same next time?
And what I do to escape necessity, well it’s fair if it’s not legal
Mac machines and epiphany do what you want with me, don’t hold it against me now

And the weeks go by, and the weeks gone by
And you watch it all out of the corner of your eye, [?]
Never meant to work that hard, never meant to get so scarred
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And the weeks go by, and the weeks have gone by
And you watched it all out of the corner of your eye, and there ain't no fuckin' sign
Never meant to work that hard, never meant to be so scarred
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