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I chased the countdown to eternity
Spoke in words of such uncertainty
Told you stories built on truth
Told you lies you could see through
But I never thought a memory
Would be all that's left for me
I never thought it would never make sense
Speaking in your galimatias

Now, I'm confused and in-incorrigible
Alone and unreliable
Chasing phantoms in the shadows
Chasing madness to the gallows
When did forever become goodbye
At least, that's what I've contrived
It didn't really make much sense
Listening to your galimatias

When did communication fall apart
Why is deciphering your words so hard
You know nothing you say makes sense
When you speak your galimatias

Strange talk falling on my ears
Strange words seeming insincere
Confusion I can't seem to hear
With that tone you think I need to fear
But nothing you say makes sense
When you speak your galimatias

Speak in words, not ignorance
Try to curb the insolence
There's no way to know if you make sense
When you speak your galimatias