[00:08.620]It’s the farthest place,[00:12.095]I’ve ever been,[00:17.890]It’s a new frontier for me,[00:28.252]And you balance things,[00:30.064]Like you wouldn’t believe,[00:36.443]When you should just let things be,[00:47.539]Yes, you juggle things‘,[00:50.472]Cause you can’t lose sight,[00:54.660]Of the wretched storyline,[01:05.236]It’s the narrative that must go on,[01:13.046]Until the end of time,[01:29.403]And you’re guilty of some self-neglect,[01:36.732]And the mind unravels for days,[01:45.738]I’ve told you onceyes, a thousand times,[01:55.309]I’m better off this way,[02:04.655]I’m better off… this way,[02:20.492]Where’s my queen of hearts,[02:23.702]My royal flush,[02:28.276]I have cleaned and scrubbed her decks,[02:37.488]My suicide, my better days,[02:46.225]There’s nothing,[02:59.692]I regretI’ve placed the,[03:02.225]GodsIn a Ziploc bag,[03:08.201]I’ve put them in a drawer,[03:14.053]They’ve refused my prayers for the umpteenth time,[03:20.499]So I’m evening up the score,[03:27.561]Small metal godsfrom a casting line,[03:33.866]From a factory in Mumbai[03:41.645]Some manual labourer’s bread and butter,[03:49.961]And a single-minded life,[04:00.757]Small metal gods,[04:03.358]Cheap souvenirs,[04:07.426]You’ve abandoned me for sure,[04:15.325]I’m dumping you, my childish things,[04:24.658]I’m evening up the score。