Maybe I'm rollin' lonely or I'm goin' blind
Darkened wit on your high horse spewing bullshit
High and dry and dead in the water
Draw the shades, resign, don't bother none
Or I'm going blind
Maybe I, in my freeze-dried token state of mind
Paint the world in the shade I always do
Sometimes we won't commiserate
You know I cannot wait
Eyes open, tyranny begins
Presumptions are creeping up again
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