Britannica
(To be played with Future Markets conducted by: Jonny Greenwood)
Oh
cruel fate that may or may not exist,
Why
do you pain me so?
As
I seem to drift through the minds of people seamlessly.
Forever
burdened by the unchanging winds that are the lives of men.
One
never questions where the bell is or what may become of it,
Yet
it tolls for an eternity more.
Forever
muffled by the voices that continue to blind me so.
They
believe they could have had a good time,
And
isn’t pretty to think so?
P.E.N.T.C.I.
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