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Failure This holds no promises or look what I have dones It's holding onto something and that something's probably flawed I don't want a gullet full of chunks With a simple twisted head This manifesto's aimed at my Civility and calving grounds Take a look at what I've found Fort Hill to Everest Carbuncle to the Pacific What fills me with positivity? Green highway signs Bright runway lights And faces I can't recognize The well is dry The residents with sandstorm minds They only hydrate the need, but will they open their eyes? Maybe develop some plan B's? We're working overtime, we're working overtime Cue unrelated and blood-lined critics to start screaming There's nothing you can do I'll draw some dotted lines from here to everywhere Letras de cancionesAnd connect them all at once I'm not the only one The French to Vangtze From Pine to Lyons Always stepping backwards, lacking creativity The dark horizon I scan for change, but nothing is happening Let's move! It's getting harder, it's getting harder The brink of death One trip for total satisfaction It's getting harder to ignore It's all inside One more trip and we'll still come up hated Look what boredom has created From Letras Mania