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Band Jam Melee Melody
Say there you, up in the trees
Fixated on the glass that makes stupid faces
I bet you being you, you've probably gone mad
Seeing as there's sight without sound
No notes for the friction or the fuzz
And no manual to keep steady all the buzz
I dare say it's trivial but to you, it's fact
So tactless and forward with your allegiance
We care not, and you refuse to comprehend
Come to terms, come to call, come to realize
It's all a steady downward spiral, albeit a boring one
Laughless and dull with a henge for a face
Cracking and dusting with pressue and fatigue
The weight of your skull will come crashing down
And since you're connected, you'll be second in line
Like a fruit that can't be sweetened or a nut covered in salt
You'll be unconscious, robbed of your vanity and living a lie
But with the intentions of a saint, I'm quite sure.
Fairwell!
