The World is Not What You Think It Is (5 of Spades)

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The world is not what you think it is But this is not your fault, don't be too hard on yourself In this seminar, we will equip you with the necessary tools To pierce veils, rip fabric, and step into the structure behind the painting Empires, ideas, institutions—everything falls eventually You could spend a lifetime in Toledo thinking everything was face value How many days can you get through waking up wishing things were different? Parties roll on into the night like They could erase a war Libеrator, liberator Let me know whеn you have a Thursday night off work Calling all cartographers! We're taking back what's yours The surf is now up Paint over the murals, burn down your atlas We want you. I want you If you keep thinking about your own funeral Or sobbing outside the sunset factory If you stand frozen in the grocery aisle disassociating into the ether If you believe that songs are advertisements for feelings If your pockets are filled with ceremonial grade sage Or that everyone used to play a game called My Greek Chorus when you were a kid But everyone you ask has no idea what that is Well, buddy, we've got good news This is the kind of lesson you only learn once. I love you. Good luck This is the kind of lesson you only learn once. I love you. Good luck This is the kind of lesson you only learn once. I love you. Good luck This is the kind of lesson you only learn once. I love you. Good luck I love you. Good luck I love you. Good luck I love you. Good luck I love you. Good luck