Think Less but see it grow like a riot

Move along, move along, they're from the past.
The past of the everclear, the past of the haunted, the past of the present.
They're burned bridges from the holocaust. Can't you see, destruction is present.
In the same place, not going anywhere, just in hiding till the stench from the air is gone.
As they play the piano and mentally wait, I can see the sun.

This sun has never shined so bright.
I will run into this burning sun, and i'll never look back because they dont' care.
The air will still have that stench, and they'll only just stare, but never accept.
I guess what comes around goes around, but things will never change.
The never ending circle of indifference's.

Misery is their friend, it has to be ever clear.
But I wouldn't want to sit with them in that night cafe, just to be there and stay.
Feeling unwelcomed is worse than feeling welcomed.
The exit is anticipated, or the invite is bland and steer.
You don't want an invite anyway, because all you'll see is the spite in their eyes.

It never changes, no matter after how many years.
If they didn't like you then, they won't like you now.
However, they're on the prowl.
So go ahead, make a fool of yourself because maybe it's me for all I can see.
But go with the ones that want to, effort goes both ways.
That's all I have to say.