And the love keeps flowing down in the streams
But the one you've chosen cuts down the trees
The ghost you see
It's no mystery
Just the aftermath of connections in distress
The sky we see
It's bad entropy
Even if we try it reminds us of the end
When you're stuck inside your head
You forgot to find a friend
It reminds us of the end
You'll be trying to see the dead
It's a diatribe in your head