I want to stand in desolation
I want to stand where the buffalo
Met their ends in hundreds
And where we made the natives go
Staring at the edge of the midwest
Can see for days and what it means
Feeling obsessed with getting out
And a fascination with the beach
Gravity rushing over me
Finally reached where you out to be
Ill-fated plans of men
Like trash in the sea
Grab it up. Sweep it in your mouth
Getting fat sitting on your couch
No lesson learned. No changes
For those at the end it seems
Insulation on wires and hands
Bodies of bones to feed
The left forgot to tend
The right disdains what it means
So we let it get the best of us
Wasted time being stressed
Use the remaining minutes
To scream and hate at the West
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