You’ll soon see,
You can’t always have your way.
You’ll soon see,
That the best-looking people can be ugly.
You’ll soon see,
We’re all running away from ourselves.
You’ll soon see,
We’re all so much like each other…
but not at all.
This isn’t you,
This isn’t me,
This isn’t us.
What is us?
That’s too serious a question to answer at this hour.
Are you afraid?
Good.
Now,
Help me, help you.
Get away