Video de Wanting Things Makes You Shittier

[Verse 1]
I used to bend the will of rivers
And send them flooding in the fields
Where delicate things grew
I never noticed above
Dark rain clouds like bruises in the sky
I kept my eye on the prize
I ground down to the gum
Milky young teeth at the bit
[Verse 2]
My whole world was in my room
Playing both sides of a Magic game
Black versus green
And a bootleg Maxell tape of Queen
Some wooden animals and lockets of wheat
And a string of garlic hanging from my ceiling
To keep Dracula away
I never saw him anyway
That's good enough for me
'Cause I'm always wrong before I'm right