Sangtekst: Spitfire. Other. Dear John.

dear john
someday you're gonna be somebody
but not today
dear john
someday you're gonna have somebody
that day is not today
today you will hang your head
altruistically counting the cracks in the pavement ahead
flocking with our herd's behavior
adopting our pack's mentality
rubbing elbows with the chipped shoulders
are we the arms and legs of a vast inclusion
or the slings and crutches of a grand delusion
here we are anthills of neuron charges
there is no retention of self
no retention of self
there is only emotional detachment and human behavior