All these ugly murmurs resonate around the town.
He said she said I said that they said they're going down.
Hollow, greedy pacifists widely grin from ear-to-ear.
Without the stain of rose-colored glasses, the loneliness is sheer.
Does anyone care to take a sit
and discuss when it all started going to shit?
No reason to fear - the end's already passed
and there's no purpose in searching for when.
No, no purpose in searching for when.
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