all truth is relative all judgements subjective nothing’s as concrete as you’re led to believe history is a lie and so are you but it’s too late now to sing that song I had my special k for breakfast and fell down a rabbit hole all the world’s tired old clichés are gnawing on my bones I stand accused of stacking the deck and playing by my own rules but I don’t care how far I go as long as I get my jelly roll I’m talking now as a friend who understands the violence that breeds conformity I have to stay real with myself I don’t always do as I’m told
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