Lost and Surfacing
Drowning in normal
Muted voices are so loudÖ
Cover my mouth, not my ears
For Iíll scream a ballad of hell.
Lighten the load
Watch me collapse
The weight of freedom
Is too heavy for me.
They sing a song of joyful slaughter,
The things that corrupt my thoughts.
Shoot, Iím already deadÖ
No use killing me with knives,
Kill me with capture instead,
But hey, Iím already dead!
You see, my happiness is my sadness
So itís no use making me happy or sad
Iíll always be happy or sad anyways
Because sadness is happiness
A whip is just a pooped balloon right?
Crazy, right? I know I am yet Iím perfectly sane.
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