A Convenient Lie

now is the time of east
blowing our minds we feast
we tightly clasp our doves
to tell them what we love

forget who we are
lost amidst these cars
forget who we are
forget who we are

here’s to the future
here’s to denial
here’s to corruption
here’s to mortality

here’s to the future
here’s to the past
here’s to our memories
they’re all we have left

here’s to the future
here’s to forgetting
who we used to be
here’s to mortality

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