Plans

Hello, pilgrim, are you a listener or a preacher?

Could you really hear what they were saying about you

From all the way back in the bleachers?

We could spend half of our lives making plans

With no intentions of keeping them

Humans are the only ones

Kicking the proverbial seven shades of shit out of each other for fun

Hey, I'm not paranoid, man, and I

Don't want to blame the weather

But he's no first-timer, not so courteous driver

Death pill in your pocket, don't forget that you've got it

I spend half of my life making plans

With the sole intention of breaking them

Humans are the only ones

Set on smashing the proverbial

Seven shades of shit out of each other till kingdom come