i heard the words "to win is to retitle failure" in a dream and i thought it sounded profound so i wrote a song around it.
lyrics
Winning is re-titling failure
Where has the money gone?
Someone's knocking on the window,
Do I answer or do I run?
Expiration seeps out of wordless food
Never nothing to eat, nothing's good
Even cake is bland.
And I see all the people smiling with their frowns
Am I down? Down.
I'm not superficial
I'm alien, I'm invading your area
Got a lion tatted on my chest
Roaring with a fervour to fear, yeah
Your partner can fill in the rest
I'm rising from dirt, realizing my worth
I'll pop myself before you understand
Even cake is bland.
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