
Not so clever, not so smart. You can never be yourselves. We give up, drop your weapon to the ground and I’ll leave before they come for me. I’m here to take you home; how much worse could it be? Dancing skeletons, a big cloud of nothing while all the city sleeps. Spending and squalor; the dream that I wrote. Forward, into peace! Learn to unthink…
Much much more than 100 per cent. Much more.
A big cloud! A big cloud of nothing!