Mental Telepathy is Dead

Mistakes are made to be made
Too spent to be safe
The cold winter day so picturesque
And partial to partake
In this Golden State
On these muddy banks
Born and raised
From the crawlspace to the grave
Let me hear you say
Alright, okay
We are forever ending.
Alright, okay
Just want to say,
There’s a last time for everything.
I wrote «karma» on a brick
And I hucked it through your window
I don’t even believe in karma
But now I know you do
The mazes are muses
The mazes are muses
The mazes make it clear
Oh my dear, oh my dear
Alright, okay
We are forever ending.
Alright, okay
Just want to say,
There’s a last time for everything.
Alright, okay
We are forever ending.
Alright, okay
Just want to say,
There’s a last time for everything.
Alright, okay
We are forever ending.
Alright, okay
Just want to say,
There’s a last time for everything.