One by two they passed me without regard
In a state of catatonia drenched with regret
They moved towards the obstructions in their path
Like flies do towards bright lights
Marching like ants in a line
All holding their ticking time bomb
Unknowingly anticipating the explosion
This isn’t in the instruction manual
What do I do now?
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 1:09 PM UTC
One by two they passed me without regard
In a state of catatonia drenched with regret
They moved towards the obstructions in their path
Like flies do towards bright lights
Marching like ants in a line
All holding their ticking time bomb
Unknowingly anticipating the explosion
This isn’t in the instruction manual
What do I do now?
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