(0150) a hidden agenda

i know exactly where i am. i know exactly where i am. and they say "it happens all the time." i know exactly where i am. i know exactly where i am. but they'll say "the offer was declined."

and i'm running out of medicine. i can't really see what is to the left or the right. all i know is that i haven't died yet, the past is too far gone, and the sun is much too bright... in the eyes of your soul, there's a certain stare, and it makes me want to stay up all night. you went down the stairway and ignored the ghosts, but you left so soon for another life... when the walls come down and there is no more sound, i'll be there to claim what was mine. you were always so kind. you used to blow my mind, but now i don't really have the time... so i'll blink right before the curtains close and remember that apparently there's nothing there. it's as if the story was never fully told. it's as if no one had ever even cared.

there will be no more laughing. there will be no more crying. there will be no more useless apathy. we won't take any money for money has no worth in this land of permanent honesty... so we must keep moving, and we must keep singing songs about our dead remorse. it was only a second. it was only a minute. a minute wasted, sweeping up floors... and if the earth caves in, i'll know exactly where i am. i'll know exactly what to do. but if you asked me right now, i wouldn't have a clue. but at least i speak the truth... anonymous tipster, thank you for your help. thank you for all that you've done. it seems i had gone and closed my eyes, and i kept them closed for way too long.