We are fresh strawberries. Fresh burst of red strawberries. Ripe, turning riper in the bowl. We will soon be rotten. We will all be forgotten. Half remembered rumours of the old. So wouldn't it be easy with. Something to believe in that could. Give us more. Than here's my work. So where's my pay. To buy what I don't need?. Wouldn't it be easy to believe?. To believe. Thieves believe. Everybody steals. I believe there's nothing to believe. But I'd love the manual. The instruction manual. Oh, liars swear that they never lie. So wouldn't it be easy with. Something to believe in that could. Give us more. Than here's my years. So now they're gone. It's time for me to leave. Wouldn't it be easy to believe?. To believe. Wouldn't it be easy to believe?. Wouldn't it be easy to believe?. We are fresh strawberries. Fresh burst of red strawberries. Ripe turning riper, so. Wouldn't it be easy. Something could give us more. But I don't know. No I don't know. I don't know what I need. Wouldn't it be easy. Couldn't it be easy. Shouldn't it be easy. To believe
