The strange sounding woman that's high on lies
Cannot save you, and sadly, neither can I.
We are burning while burning each other.
Like the pack of wolves on the prey
We race for the red-eyed, right-minded kill.
When we find it picked clean we'll turn on each other.
My kitchen smells of half-eaten meals
And such large pieces of uneaten meat, but
When one stomach is full there's always the other.
Some people must learn to drive with their toes,
When the one that went to market even has his own,
And if you've got eight seats there's no room for another.
We're addicted to shouting from such safe distances
While the dry desert eyes shrivel in the heat.
Only the lost seem to live for each other.
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