The Truth about Nebraska

Young man You're facing ice cold waters Take a dip Subconsciousness And let go Of what you harbor If I could turn back time Ignorance is bliss A fate not mine Must be fun to be young and dumb in the city The midwest mold where the dead walk with living The nights are cold and the mornings aren't a given A fucking given Play with fire You will be burned The scars you have Are well deserved A wilting rose Still has thorns The precipice Bull will give the horns Reality is not objective Hallucinations are perception Claiming of a false perspective Those who suffer from depression