I proved all the obvious with bitter contradictions and I called you on your shit with little to follow through on. I fail this point of view that you saw through. With little hesitation you set me straight. Did we really make much difference? Do you really think we cared? This time we'll fool ourselves with tired games of acting pissed and seeking fame. I bet on reactionary tones. With little to look forward to we trudge on pessimistically alone, growing more and more withdrawn. Playing dangerous games of sub-conscience warning calls and fucked conspiracies that you can't see as truth. As we forget. As I retreat. As you give up. As we continue on. And as we fool ourselves un-achieving change we'll still trudge on with little to look forward to. And we hate ourselves expecting this change as we continue on.