Lyrics

...and outside it seemed like the seasons were missing And inside it felt like my feelings were missing too No, I don't think we have as much control as we think What if Hell exists and we're already there Heaven is a place, it's a goal we have to work towards And maybe our real sins are just accounted actions And screaming, "Fuck this earth, fuck the moon, fuck the people" You ask how to deal, with the world and not yourself If I got smaller, grew wings and flew away for good I'd take you with me, I'd always be home All of the seasons remind me of you Looks like they're leaving, and I'm going too [Spoken Word, Sampled] And the motherfuckers who deal with intangibles are the motherfuckers who are rewarded in this society The more abstract and more intangible your shit is [?] Ownership He owns and controls and therefore receives the benefit from That's what they call profit Got smaller, grew wings and flew away for good I'd take you with me, I'd always be home All of the seasons remind me of you Looks like they're leaving, and I'm going too