LIE.

Now I wash my hands of your lack of love, And watch as you run off, as the sun comes up My insomniac mind turns off like a faucet While you do whatever you want— Karma costs for obnoxious, Subtle gestures, apologies ignored Moving forward, we're all moving somewhere Perhaps moving out of nowhere Proudly abound {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.