go A ing through a world of sad de F bris,
re A gard quixotic reveries of own F ership,
the blos A soming dis G ease of m F an called tenure E and accretion,
the an F cient western trea C dmill or de D ception and deri E sion
but F I want so G mething m A ore
racing through a life of tragic wastage
I experience the loss of trust and innocence,
the billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons,
as we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision,
but I want something more
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Bad Religion
