"Deep in the meadow, under the willow. A bed of grass, a soft green pillow."
You’re a rumor, recognizable only as deja vu and dismissed just as quickly. You don’t exist. You were never even born. Anonymity is your name. Silence your native tongue. You’re no longer part of the System. You’re above the System. Over it. Beyond it. We’re “them.” We’re “they.” We are the Men in Black.
We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together (Pure Vocals)