As implied in the last song We fall for the temporary lulls Of motion with sickness that turn to a secondary stall Unconscious collusion Illusion of bloodstains on the wall That go undetected; deflected and all, but That's not what I am here for Trust me, that's not what I'm here for It's only meant to be a mea culpa Meta-C4 and cetaphil, gin-and-soda With a twist of any citrus fruit You can get in your sweaty mitts My god, is the first third the best third? Or did the fable lie? I lied in the last song a bunch if you haven't realized Consider the panorama harder to define Anyway, that's it I thank you, my friеnd, for swinging by As if! You had! A choice! Invited! But! Without! A choice! I knеw your plans Knew you had a fairly blank agenda As blank as the return address of the sender I'll always remember that part where you said The don'ts do not always match up with the did The part where the values the seeker-of-truth held Hold taut at first 'til they gotta hold looser Don't reflect the passion you had in your youth So don't go beating yourself up (You don't have to be cool, you can even make loud noises)