Nothing but a mudpie. Wrapped up inside with a pretty bow. Nothing but a castle built on top of strong but. quicksand. And inside these cardboard walls and saran wrap. windows. Lies a rustly pot of fool's gold. That you got with your life. Are you tired (blah blah) on loyalty. Are you tired self to act like royalty. Until the day you became the prey. As you tripped over your red carpet. You wash your hair in that luca oil. Then you wrap your head up in tin foil. Prance around in your bathroom. Pretending you're a king. Just spin me home. Sinking faster now. Well you can follow your rainbows. And I will follow the sun now. Wherever he goes. It's not too far to run. So I will follow the sun. Follow the sun. Nothing but a calendar hanging on your wall. That's 23 years old. Nothing but a for sale sign on a house. That's already sold. Trying to chew through that. Chocolate covered barbed wire. Cause they're among the beautiful filth. Waiting for you on the other side. Just spin me home. Sinking faster now. Clever lives end up rusty and forgotten. Brilliant minds end up with Alzheimer's. What I thought was so deep ended up so hollow. And what I thought had meaning