Lyrics

Did anyone address the black hole That you created with your absence? Or did they ever even notice? You will never know And did you think you'd ever miss the Dust you swept under the table? Do you think you're even able to miss? Get out What a breath of fresh air You must be so glad to get out I hope it's all still out there When I get out Did you encounter any trouble Shaking the peoplе off your coattails? What do you do when they desеrve to be Sequestered in the past? Does anybody have me pinned as Next in line to plot their egress? Or is there something going on up there at all? Well, I will never tell you I will never tell you I will never tell you till it's time