I don't explain myself to you,
I know I never have to.
These days are curled into a coil
that takes time to unfoil.
A song was written of a song unwritten,
people joy of disappointment.
No love in the laws of nature.

The last biscuit in the jar
is the best by far.
We know we cannot disappear,
like that cookie did there.
A song was written of a song unwritten.
Being happy 's an awful feeling.
No truth in the laws of nature.

I start the conversation
in hostage situation.
"Please mister, don't release me,
I enjoy captivity."
A song was written of a song unwritten.
Martyr death is my fulfilling.
No life in the laws of nature.

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