where are you, five years out
five years out
investors crying
where will you, five years out
five years out
continue lying
your face is made of cells
the book of kells
and broken vessels
your skin is wrinkled sin
you shed it just like a snake
for heaven's sake
what is the point of a commercial?
what is the point of everything?
sex, then the kids, then the trip to europe
then home to climb into the grave
bravo--the reviews are mostly rave!
you break down into the ground
at last a friend who won't let you down
you do not exist without a twist
in that what animates you, you have no clue
you think you live behind your eyes
but you cannot get out
five years out
investors crying
and no denying
everything you see
is just like you and me
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