Mental Telepathy Is Dead

Mistakes were made to be made.
To spend, to be saved.
The cold Winter day,
so picturesque.
Impartial to partake.

In this Golden State,
on these muddy banks.
Born and raised.
From the crawlspace,
to the grave.

Let me hear you say...

Alright, Okay.
We are forever ending.
Alright, Okay.
I just want to say,
There's a last time for everything.

I wrote Karma on a brick.
And I hucked it through your window.
I don't even believe in Karma,
now I know you do.

The mazes are muses.
The mazes are muses.
The mazes make it clear,
Oh my dear, oh my dear!

Alright, Okay.
We are forever ending.
Alright, Okay.
I just want to say,
There's a last time for everything. (x3)