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Blame the Ending

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Congrats you scored lower
Congrats you're hungover
We can go a little slower
What's her name
Don't think I know her
She's after your money
Pursed lips and piercing eyes
Some might say she's cunning
Take that operation by surprise
You used to be running
Losing what traction you had
Action in the back of a van
Jackson-bound on a map
Mixing your paints into black
Passing a bottle around a fire
Crashing in tents made of iron
Matching each donor to a victim
Getting back to mint condition
Listen up this is the vision
Wishing we had some of your wisdom
On a mission to christen the bow
Switching sides but never know how
Melting down in a cage
Pelting comment boards with rage
Dealt in for a game of roulette
Until our feet got wet

Pounding down protruding nails
She fails to post bail
Backed up against the fence
In the citadel of Arendelle
In ballet shoes
She wails from the deck
Dead leaves on the steps
Summer long gone
Humming a siren song
For as long as she's along
To make it all feel futuristic
Guess we're waiting
As you're optimistic
While we're levitating
Up and over skyscrapers
Up and over lakes and mountains
Up and over wishing wells
Fishing ponds and fountains
Up and over black mornings
Broadcast alert and amber warnings
It still hurts
They were total drags
In a circle jerk
Still out of work
Getting government checks
Who wants to bet
The sun will set
After they're wrecked

Be that person now
Disavow those broken souls
You've got more pull than you know
Get in the yacht
We're headed up the coast
And it's time to grow
Time for maturation
Time for a true vocation
Acclimation to a brand new position
And fixation on a strange condition
More frustration and more inflation
But you've got a per diem
And it's almost time for you to see 'em
So stand proud for photo shoots
Grassroots and jackboots
Waving goodbye before you arrive
Deep in your mind losing time
Posting stats and angry signs
You're waiting for yours
I'm waiting for mine
I'm waiting for this line to move
To waste more money
To waste more talent
To waste more minutes
To settle that business
And find another witness
You're due for a visit
But its just sounds like crickets
Dead air, dead streets
Dead eyes, dead or deceased
Soaking wet in a robe
Gasoline from head to toe
Blank expression, broken gaze
One matchstick away from an all-consuming blaze
Counting down the days
Stuck in that maze
Stuck in your ways
Need more time
19th in line like Rutherford B. Hayes
It's probably just a phase
Falling sideways with the depraved strays
Rolling in their graves

In the stormy images raging the cats made it to the table
They were content with scraps until the rations dried up
The faceless man kept feeding the machine
But the output diminished over time
Until the bloated ghosts at the table
Were banging their silverware in unison
Chains rattling beneath
Demanding more and more and the room was ripped to shreds
Feeding it wallpaper and gold
And a it all broke down as a tiger emerged
To hunt on their indulgence
Then the faceless man took it down
But he heard cats inside and cut them out
They moved to another room in the same dreary hotel
And the cycle repeats itself

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