I could see the ceremony oh.
Peace and love and everything below.
Do peace and love come into it at all?
I don't think we're ever going to know.
Gushing chat, orbiting ideas of no regrets,
Fills me to the waist with anger,
And fills to the eyebrows with fear.
For regret is sewn into every stitch I own.
Regret stalks the archives of my mind,
Sullenly brandishing a laser pen,
And in a raised tone, barking,
"Remember when you... when you shoulda... shoulda..."
When I fall behind,
And get a foursa block,
My thumb will hover on,
The tempting down button.
I'll push it down and,
This tedious Tetris game,
Will bury my false name,
And I can rest again.
I could see the ceremony oh.
Peace and love and everything below.
Do peace and love come into it at all?
I don't think we're ever going to know.
I could see the ceremony oh.
Peace and love and everything below.
Do peace and love come into it at all,
When I harbour a hatred,
For each useless creature,
I've learned about?
But if I could do it all again,
I'd ctrl+a, ctrl+c, ctrl+v
When I fall behind,
And get a foursa block,
My thumb will hover on,
The tempting down button.
I'll push it down and,
This tedious Tetris game,
Will bury my false name,
And I can rest again.
A+B broke.
I've just got up, left, right, down.