Fold

Anybody out there My cat's up a tree Someone wake the proctor Invigilating Hey, look at me I'm talking to you What do you mean You don't have a clue Feeling turns to sound As you dissipate like cloud The future's upon your skin Like gold Everyone's a critic but I couldn't be Got too many contradictions burying me Hey, don't believe What they're sellin' you It's guaranteed Not none of it's true Light fills up your mouth And your eyes in truth enshroud You know that you'll never win So fold