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High water mark of bull shit we found ourselves
Old crooked paths worn bare and making no longer sense
They said they would fix things
They did not fix things
We all agreed they were broken

We found ourselves not in progression
We weren't what they wanted to create
They were taken care of so well
They lost their capacity and saw things unsustainable
We gathered the Earth in 92

They said they would fix things
They did not fix things
We all pretend they are not broken
Nothing new under the sun
Their stories make less sense everyday

Something would be new
We didn't know if it would be better
There was a new generation coming why
They would be a progression
We would let them create themselves

They would have questions
We would talk in variables