Texty: Horace Pinker. Copper Regret. Clearer.

do you feel burned by those words now well what did you expect? the progress
of this world your logic circumspect yet what you read goes up in flames
i see you yearn for better times can't empathize you can't see see it through
their eyes you can't empathize see it through their eyes you can't this
type twist those words now through the knowledge that you learn it's never
clear that prior views color all things you do you speak it sounds familiar
now well it's no wonder how they never burn simplistic terms you understand
it keeps your footing firm you're grounded in cynicism never wears thin
see it through their eyes you can't empathize see it through their eyes
you can't