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The Leaks that Stopped the Wannabes
We had a Roman cube devouring our souls
That wasn't really built to last the hour
And so it leaked, and ruined our shoes
Just before we started writing
We fled the scene with wire in tow
Escaping with what we thought mattered most
But they're hardly touched, hardly sing
And barely mean a thing to us
We speak soft and avoid the crunch
We deny that our lives have gone down hill
We'll squat for one year then wonder
If we've wasted each and every day
And after we've given up hope
We'll give up hope once more
And settle for an average way
Of halting the process of death.
