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There's something that is starting to decay It lingers just out of view This is what it means to live today The houses here are brand new And if you worry, buddy There's something wrong with you And if you hurry, maybe You'll somehow come to appreciate it There's no use waiting for it to come for you To dust you shall return The revolution will be pay-per-view And that should be your least concern Just force yourself not to care It will not hurt anymore The permanently unaware Know no one's keeping score The headwaters are oh so far away So here we are sitting Your overactive head has gone astray You're better off quitting And just because you feel it It doesn't make it true The blood is not congealing You'll never have your proof There's no use waiting for it to come for you To dust you shall return The revolution will be pay-per-view And that should be your least concern Just force yourself not to care It will not hurt anymore The permanently unaware Know no one's keeping score

We'll miss you Kimi Raikkonen The aging pro The star that you were way back when So long ago If you can still remember The way it felt when you were seventeen An evening in November An early winter night's erotic dream It's visceral without a doubt A scowl's good because it's not a frown A room with no way out A year or two for which you can't account You'll never get to redo those days If you cannot forget her A letter that's forever left unseen A changing in the weather Another hour spent glued to a screen You cannot see another route Lifestyles of the holy and devout A stomach full of doubt A tiny man will never need to crouch You tell yourself that you wouldn't change a thing And the feeling never reappears A week becomes a month and then a year The answer's always here Whether it's correct is still unclear