"tell me what’s on your mind cause mine is empty find ways to kill all time it comes in handy mindless words and busywork hmm windows that can see zero patterns four walls just you light that’s scattered tied down by dumb imagined fame open the door whose standing there blame caught shame where no one knows name it’s fear hurts oh give new familiar faces old friends still believe mystic places doors opened left they keep flowing a of social depth keeps from going too many thoughts inside my head leads dreams fantasies balance dread but i try sigh goodbye so stay busywork"