Walked past the dusty people
Asleep, and sweetly discrete
There was a smell in the air
It was something similar to burnt sienna
All your faces kept ajar
And all your fears
Kept near in lieu of far
They all wish they sang opera
Like you do in the shower
They all with they wrote novels
That compare themselves to flowers
Losing reality
Will receive the best of me
The best of me
Shepard in the city of Commerce
It's bent and hideously leaning
The children walk with holes in their soles
And nobody cares but me
I am the Shepard of all we see
I am the most centric of (?)
Molly
All your faces kept ajar
And all your fears
Kept near in lieu of far
They all wish they sang opera
Like you do in the shower
They all with they wrote novels
That compare themselves to flowers
(Blah blah blah blah blah blah)
We are sidestepping