We Made a Mess

So what's the possibility that everyone including me

Is slowly all going blind?

Because everyone and everything cant seem to see what it all means

Do we have secrets that we must confide?

If its all white and black we might not make it back

To our intended purpose

If we're all black and blue I don't want to continue

In this hell were living

But with some music notes and baggy pants and puffy coats

The winter will not wear me down or make me freeze

I quickly came concluding that the queen of quails is quitting

And I quote "The quails will be free!"

Dogs don't need a purpose

And quails don't need a purpose

But we think we need a purpose

And I think that's gonna hurt us

So what's the possibility that everyone quite frequently

Thinks that world is doomed?

If history is repeating celebrities still dies in threes

I mourn for our trio of planets

Cause earth is great earth is cool

It's got great lakes and love and squirrels

Its everything I've grown to hate it's grown the things I learned to love

Dogs don't need a purpose

And quails don't need a purpose

But we think we need a purpose

And I think that's gonna hurt us

So what's the possibility

Someday I'll need adenosine?

Cause my heart is starting to fade

And if I turn to scrutiny

Become an awful human being

I beg for you to just end it

One, Two, Three, Four

And Five, Six, Seven, Eight