Brennan - artificial

Madman
Shake the dust
Off his bitter jacket, he says "cut out the racket, you kids"
Grow up
Through touch
I feel it in my bones how I age
I want your fortune
I want your depression
I want your obsession with doing the right thing
Nature
Is coming artificial, baby
Grow up
Through touch
I feel it in my bones how I age
I want your fortune
I want your depression
I want your obsession with doing the right thing
I want your fortune
I want your depression
I want your obsession with doing the right thing

Written by:
Brennan Kirby

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