I wanted to talk about planets or somethingnto romanticize this human cruelty we have within usnsomething about orbits and passingnand the inability to do anything butnwhat we are designed to donthe truth is that'd be too beautifulnI don't believe you or Indeserve that much creditnthere's not a pretty way to paintnthe way you and I tear up each othernit's just sick and selfish and shortsightednand even when we can see itnwe go right onnnwenarennotngoing to stop