One Point Perspective Paroles

Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought

I fantasize, I call it quits,
I swim with the economists
And I get to the bottom of it for good
By the time reality hits,
The chines of freedom fell to bits
The shining city on the fritz
They come out of the cracks,
Thirsty for blood

Just as the apocalypse, finally gets prioritised
And you cry some of the hottest tears you ever cried
Multiplied by five
I suppose a singer must die

"Singsong 'round the money tree"
This stunning documentary
that no one else unfortunately saw
Such a beautiful photography, Bear with me, man, I lost my train of thought