We live in a world of misconceptions,
Thanks to our lack of communication,
We wander about like on a foggy day,
As the demons of Misunderstanding come out to play.
They cover our eyes and climb in our ears,
They feed us their lies and toast to our tears,
And we welcome them as dear old friends,
I promise you, this is how the world shall meet its end.\
We think that we know everything,
Because we believe anything we hear,
And we'll believe our enemies,
Before we believe those we should hold dear.
< It was a foggy day. I was tired. My friends are tired. And who isn't feeling down right now? >
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