Sitting in my little room
An undeniable sense of doom
It seems crisis inevitably looms
Oh wake me up from this eternal tomb,
My only escape is my dreams
All those visions, echoes, and schemes
I’m deaf to the world of tragedy and screams
Keeps me from coming apart at the seams,
Now I’m talking to that face in the mirror
Chipping away at the lies that make up the veneer
Of a world full of sadness and fear
Where is there someone who’s endeared?
Who belongs to this troubling sphere?
Convicted by a mob of your peers
Serenaded by the psychic seers
Misled by the suicidal frontiers,
A rain of tears from someone unknown
Who will be the first to cast the stone?
Just throw the poor fool a bone
All the hypocrisy that we own,
The time of the season don’t you know?
When your generosity is supposed to show
Much less blood is supposed to flow
An asylum where abandoned lovers can go,
And you wonder why lucid dreaming is my escape
As I dwell in this alien landscape
With lobotomized mouths all agape
Waiting for the liberation to take shape.
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