Who Cares?
You'd really like to know, But could really care less, Go slow and pay your toll, And treat me like a guest. Technology is a tool, But without a hammer or a nail, Collect all your money, In a shiny golden pail. Drops of rest, Falling down from the sky, Go take responsibility, Or at least make a try. This rain cleanses the earth, But not of every man, Reading and writing, Only the few will understand. Pop the answer, Instead of the question, Take control of, Your innermost passion. Where does time go? And where will it be? Clockwise rotation, Time keeps talking to me.
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Steve Bujanow, Chris Theriault, Neo Cortex The Band, aka Neo Cortex
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