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Get out
I never wanted this
You always told me ignorance is bliss
And looking back, all I regret
Is taking all that I could get
While others still had nothing yet
(Nothing)
I listened to all you would say
While the voice of my conscience was fading away
Stop wanting
Stop demigods
I concede that I do not know
Why, what you get when you multiply six by nine, is forty-two
But rest assured I'm well-aware
Of all the anger in the air
For our home is everywhere
(We go)
Promises we would reject
Are prosperous due to our flagrant neglect
Stop waiting
Stop demigods
Always the last word
Becomes the first heard
And it's too late to mourn the loss
And I don't have a helping hand to extend
They've all been bitten off
Another day dies, and in its loss, lies
Another loser foots the cost
Adding to insult, my dying eyes see
Another demigod trample over me
Oh!
