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Senseless reasoning

You believe what you want to believe

Farewell my fairwheater friend

On you no one can depend

Bad times

Now they must end

Whatever you want it to be

For you that’s what it will be

Honesty to you is arbitrary

Logic is lost in your

Cranial abattoir

Shallow

Empty inside

Sly witted

Full of snide

Bad times

Now they must end

The shutter-speed of your thinking process

Is small

Too small

Too full of pride

Bad times

Now they must end

Farewell my fairwheater friend

Bad times

Now they must end

Farewell my fairwheater friend

Farewell my fairwheater friend

Bad times

Now they must end

You used to be nice

Now you’re twice as nice

You used to be good

Now you’re too good

Farewell my fairwheater friend

Bad times

They must end

On you no once can depend

Farewell my fairweather friend

Logic is lost in your cranial abbatoir

Shallow

Empty inside

Sly-witted

Full of snide

The shutter-speed of your thinking process

Is small

Too small

Too full of pride

Lost in a storm

Farewell my fairweather friend