Tekster: Firehose. Under The Influence Of Meat Puppets.

The future holds a mystery
We talk but don't know
We hope but can't tell
We share but not all

The mystery holds fast
The future, scary
It eludes us though we try
To find meaning everywhere

We want to make plans
But to make another mistake
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So difficult we care enough to try
So crazy so we sit and wonder