is there a limit to trust or do we all walk blinded when the grounds end will we stop or will we keep running i guess we re good at believing with hands on our eyes hands on our ears and guns in our mouth a blade in the skull and a good job at the fucking mall i ve been worried and don t really know why we still wade through the shit staring at the skies we hate what we do we hate where we go but still have to smile with a scarf holding the rope i like walking alone parrots ain t no good company can t you shut up and take your hand off my shoulder i ll cut off this arm though it takes me forever i ve been worried but don t really know why keep running and where we go