but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers
i remember the first time i saw someone lying on the cold street
i thought: “i can’t just walk past here, this can’t just be true”
but i learned by example to just keep moving my feet
it’s amazing the things that we all learn to doso we’re led by denial, like lambs to the slaughter
serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water
and the old farm road’s a four-lane that leads to the mall
and our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall