We have to consider the state of fulfillment We have to fit on the track we're on You make your own decisions, But they're all blanks you fill in
Your skills, the dopamine and serotonin Surround you in a web of souls Trying hard is the trial of the ego But how good can you really get?
The cells of your spinal column Are piano virtuosos Missile defense systems And research scientists
Technically it happened But the center would be troubled With the condition of no, It's not the center
The place where all my talent goes to die And I can tell they resent me
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But pick me up sunshine Knowing this kind of makes the half wit things seem Extra smart, And you'd definitely tell me I'm insane Whatever, live in whatever wild fantasy you want to Kind of thing But I know the trick of self-validation
I'll sip my coffee and check my brow Find not much there but a little sweat Wipe it off and do whatever it is I do here