They're announcing the redundancies The shift before all schemes fall through The day I took off for my birthday After seasons spent alone Compound to dust so simply blown With brutal ease cards unreturned carried away If hate is hyperbole Else unredeemable I don't use it casually For meaning warped and sold Do something you love I got the same advice as you But couldn't bring myself to instil the belief That I could still love anything I'd have to pluck and gut and stew Can't bear to look at after all it did for me
Quit Vision 