Hussalonia - The Future Was Ours

The tragedy is ironic. The comedy is cruel
Can you quiet my doubts?
Can you help me love what’s left of the world?
Life and death are concurrent events
Taking place under the watchful
But selectively forgetful eye of memory
To be sick is to survive
The airborne illness of being alive
Give me a problem I’m equipped to solve
Or I’ll create one myself
Just to feel the intoxicating thrill of control
Don’t believe your ears. Don’t trust your eyes
But know that we can collapse the wave function
Simply through observation
Foolish naïveté, crushing despair
If I’m not here, I’m likely there
They lied when they said the future was ours

Written by:
Jesse Mank

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