i'm always making excuses as i go
scurrying through the streets
i'm late, i'm leaving, i didn't do it
all become
i was helping a blind dog cross the street
i have to go deliver this basket across the woods
i went on a quest to learn the hidden arts and failed
i do all my own stunts:
jumping over a pile of all the unnecessary lies
or through loopholes on fire, tiptoeing on the tightrope
digging up my grave and burying myself alive
get in line to throw your handful of dirt
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