45*21

I travel these troubles daily
your actions tell me how
or was it my actions
spinning in out of control circles
there is a tinkling on the glass
you'll never see how I want to be
denigrated to some lower species
dropped from the cards of mystics
a simple nature sound
unidentifiable by any others
get robbed and get pay back
the out of control nature of this species
you need a good battery for that diesel
it runs on mind control
the ever disappearing and reappearing card
of nature's last miracle
you wouldn't know how
we build them & you destroy them
the dice is all on their side
and we're out of cups
and you're all out of wands