I can believe that people get duped
Like it or not that's true
I see them move into dark rooms
Then stare at their navel
Stars turn into cosmic dust
Into the concept of love
Into a cloud of longing
Wishes to lick the entire body
Hanging onto an invisible dot
You would assume things true
Another day shakes the bed
Promises that won't be
Drunk laughter is sad
Stark raves in the box know.
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