Don’t you know you don’t own your soul?
Evidently, someone sold you a bridge located in Brooklyn
Everybody knows you just license your current user experience.
Didn’t you read the terms of service?
Now as the sunlight faded, her primal emotions rose up within
Instincts kicked in, sending her towards home
Going as fast as she could while the nocturnal awoke around her
Hoots and howls, coupled with leaves rustling from passing animals
To think, this wasn’t a forest but Brooklyn