When it's out of your hands?
I swear sometimes it's like another world,
Where all of this shit lands.
It's nothing to do with what's in a mind,
But what that mind conspires,
Then what it puts into reality,
Then whether they can find any buyers.
After that, its arena's obvious,
No need to fuck around,
Stick to what you know and let the rest lie,
You are on your own, now.
You always were,
Remember that thing birth?
You started life alone and in the dark,
Now you're avoiding that for all it's worth.