It’s a fixation curbed by a question
An invitation for a chance for regression
You cannot put all your stocks in one pot
And lie from the shelter you were robbed, you were not
So you beckon for that familiar wrist
The one your fingers know they can grip
For the rocks all erode and each knot slides
But that notion you carry, that arm is fixed
Where will you be when this thought grows limbs
And the tides of your mind capsize than who thinks
We could all ask questions, there’s no point we forgot
Curiosity and love both died from the internet
Words work the night shift but retrieve little pay
And the questions a joke when there’s nothing to say
Today’s society has grown sterile on us
When you leave the machine with one button to push
So you beckon for that familiar wrist
The one your fingers know they can grip
For the rocks all erode and each knot slides
But that notion you carry, that arm is fixed
OHHHHH NOOOOO
You let go
So you beckon for that familiar wrist
The one your fingers know they can grip
For the rocks all erode and each knot slides
But that notion you carry, that arm is fixed
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