A conversation with the incessantly babbling pundits of the infotainment inferno.
lyrics
let the red sky fall
on your weary head
I'm not coming home
gonna die right where I stand
It's not like we were ever one
thought the fire, it was intense
Now this house is burning down
You're gonna need a brand new dress
With all the flowers in your mouth
your pretty words, don't make much sense
so I'll assume you're only laying blame
cause souls like yours, just don't confess
Will it come all like you want it?
Don't say it's only what you see
For time is not the one to falter
It's just as blind as you and me
Maybe in the next life curtain call
I will find you dancing fair
But the sun she has no empathy
for a harlot in despair
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