Feel like rushing through
to get to what though
Whatever does it even matter
if it’s got flow
you put down rap and Cohen
I should be so lucky
there’s another thousand floors
beneath him in the tower
and if the center will not hold
where will I find the power
Isn’t it a lot like
every other thousand million times
holler if you think
these art transgressions should
be crimes
I’m rushing to a point
that’s arbitrary
as the day is long
call it the end of a song
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