What it boils down to is how this sickly air flows back and forth while we keep on swimming through it. And I'm not sure how far you'll get with such weak arms and such weak spirits, but if you push a little harder, it'll be less embarrassing when you finally hit the ground.
'Cause we've been waiting so god damn long
To watch you fall from your high horse,
Your watch post watching and watching and watching.
Watch out; the teams have changed and
Watch out; you've fallen hard and
Watch out; 'cause pretty soon we'll be looking down on you just watching and waiting for you to hit hard and just split that round skull of yours to pieces in the dirt and have the ground take back what it had put forth first.
But with the haze, the view won't be nearly as clear as the empty sky we've gotten so used to peering through. So watch your back, but not too hard, because although you'll fall soon we'll be choking on too many fumes to be worrying about what it is that you may be up to.
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