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Looking Back

I don't tell you what to think

I'm showing you what I found

In my travels on the brink

In all this watching around

Open your eyes and just sink

You will never hit the ground

Dig into oceans of ink

Travel a land out of bound

 

We had us feeling monstrous

I'm telling you what I've seen

Truth first comes from the unconscious

Before we don't know where it's been

We're peddling hallucinations

Finding the way to new fears

On our onboard televisions

But it is music to our ears

 

Tell good from bad and run across

There is still time to get it wrong

Just keep on running at a loss

Because the road is very long

Find a way through each other's eyes

To tell a stranger the same

What's right with many little lies

As long as no one ruins the game

 

There's been so many strange things

It's getting hard to keep track

We struck unusual feelings

And gave it all a righteous wack

Constant contextual action

In our historical outburst

Nausea's a common reaction

When stepping foot on something cursed

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CognitiveConflict
31 / France
Published
Oct 3, 2022
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Notes

"And I would have gotten away with it if it hadn't have been for you meddling neurons !"

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