Once again, here we go
Back to the writer's room
Talking all about
What removes the gloom
Existential dread from the
Hippocampus
Dampen us
For no matter the source of the world
All things change
If you think not you're classified deranged
Yet some stays the same
Who is to blame?
I don't know, no need to shame yourself
For things out of control
Beyond the hands
We didn't create the land
Molded it fine
Grew crops to dine
Now everything changed on a dime
Except for what's inside:
Positive and negative energy
A joint duo held by lethargy
Familiar?
I don't blame you
Such is the way you were groomed
Born to consume
Ask yourself:
If it just hides away the pain
Should it be resumed?