I'll turn a blind eye away from your ruthless insolence until you evaporate into a dull landscape we'll slam the breaks on self-flattery local fame has a hidden flame that'll burn your hand so be aware of decisions you make for personal gain the wet concrete slides under your feet applause seems absurd out on the street now all you really need is a nervous breakdown you're a puppet with one string dangling from the moon good luck to you darling you'll figure it out on the rebound faux-intellectuals advance the shit charade by bathing in a deadpan office lexicon plunge the effects of HD toilets and drag a flaming net through the deepest ocean abyss if you do your best I guarantee you'll catch a handsome fish or a treasure chest but first I suggest you sink yourself now all you really need is a nervous breakdown you're a puppet with one string dangling from the moon good luck to you darling you'll figure it out on the rebound up in smoke is it all a joke?when will the signals come around?