I know you did a bunch of bad things
To a bunch of bad people
I’m not sure if that makes you good
I always wanted to get far away
From the place where I was found
To regress to that simple state
Of contentedness and governance
I won’t give up so easy
You’re affordable and complacent
I don’t care, I don’t contribute,
I’m here to take it all away
Uproot your planted dreams
Did you know that no one cares?
And I don’t remember what color the kitchen is
Or whether or not the wood floor is real
Or the significance of heading this homestead
Detached from conflict and convenance
It’s just as now
No one is watching
Let’s pretend I never came
I still go crazy on the leave behind day
Are criminals born or are we bred?
Obsolescence
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