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.