Lightning Liz ^.^

Sometimes they find whole skeletons dig up from down below. They put the bones where they don’t fit to make one of their own. They’re so set on what they want, the bones aren’t where they belong. They go and put it on display, and say they’re anything but wrong. You took the bones of a tyrannosaurus Rex, and said that it was human, know it’s needlessly complex. The world is a museums filled with meaningless exhibits, and every gallery and hall is bustling with idiots. You think you’re so logical, but you’re barely making sense. You can’t change what’s set in stone, or what’s inside your head. They dig them up from ruins, of things long ago, then they take your words and bury them, six feet down. They’re so set on what they think, they fail their archaeology. Instead, they’re just hypocrites, who don’t make apologies. You think you’re so logical, but you’re barely making sense. You can’t change what’s set in stone, or what’s inside your head.