A simple mistake: find someone to blame All they fomulate melts into the air Decentre yourself, react and apply Process is defined, purpose is defined Last thing we learn strikes true to our hearts That we can define the truth in our art
These things move much to slowly, these things move much too fast How can we hope to understand if we ignore our past? So f*ck you, he's got his left arm hanging Rub out, f*ck you