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Can’t you write a plot

That terrifies your lot?

No trophy down the line

Take a blind joyride

I’m terrified of ploys

That terrify my joys

They’re feeding wrong desires

Sugar for my pie

Can’t you write a plot

That terrifies your lot?

No trophy down the line

Take a blind joyride

This is all that you get to refine

This is all that you get to begrime

It’s all that you get to define

It’s all that you get to decline

At times we’re under water

Or walk about like wolves

We sleep and forget

Can’t you write a plot

That terrifies your lot?

No trophy down the line

Take a blind joyride

I grab some wine and dine

Drop a brick and smile

The glazing on my pride

Magnifies the light

Born to arrive, my goals are moving lights

Born to arrive, a ghost on a spinning bike

This is all that you get to refine

This is all that you get to begrime

It’s all that you get to define

It’s all that you get to decline