“...inside the house was getting darker”

...and outside it seemed like the seasons were missing
And inside it felt like my feelings were missing too
No, I don't think we have as much control as we think
What if Hell exists and we're already there
Heaven is a place, it's a goal we have to work towards
And maybe our real sins are just accounted actions
And screaming, "Fuck this earth, fuck the moon, fuck the people"
You ask how to deal, with the world and not yourself
If I got smaller, grew wings and flew away for good
I'd take you with me, I'd always be home
All of the seasons remind me of you
Looks like they're leaving, and I'm going too

[Spoken Word, Sampled]
And the motherfuckers who deal with intangibles are the motherfuckers who are rewarded in this society
The more abstract and more intangible your shit is
[?]
Ownership
He owns and controls and therefore receives the benefit from
That's what they call profit

Got smaller, grew wings and flew away for good
I'd take you with me, I'd always be home
All of the seasons remind me of you
Looks like they're leaving, and I'm going too