Museum Of Useless Things

I can believe in the lie. From four miles high the silhouette’s the same, ish. Contrails fade, oh the Everglades just swamps you. I can believe in the lie. I was such a good spy, neither side survived me. Back home, bankrupt, baikonur-nik. I know you, ya znayu, I fucking stole for you. You belong in a museum. Decadent and useless I know, surely picked a perfect canvas I know. Post a picture out of context, ain’t that how you kids get famous these days? This automated age. Assemble, embezzle, the western world will tremble. You belong in a museum.