 I ain't got time to think of time, think of what crimes perpetrate about criminal minds, political ties, and vitriol eyes, alibis, skies, and other gods, and democracy, politics, and the apocalypse, got the skies looking ominous. So the ocean burned bright with waves full of poison, genocide, war, and spa for little boys, and the weapons manufactured paid for by taxes, while the bridges and the levees and the mines collapsed, and all the prisons filled with capacity citizens, and the times when a master thief could buy and conquer, steal a masterpiece, open your eyes and realize what's happening, times running out to reach our potential pain, at the tables and you're probably on the menu, we got that love, we