You've always been walking
That strafes you and leaves you
And the wall stretches endless beside you to nowhere
This wall that you've been trying to cross for years
Ah, such a great open door
You know that your eyes tellin' lies
A shambling run, a ridiculous dance
Like a scarecrow that's hung up to dry on a fencepole
And there's a place like vacuum waiting inside you
Fresh green grass, food and water
Your breath is scraping your brain into dust
Your rusty old engine is ready to bust
You cannot believe it that they would not trust you
Are they still telling lies?
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