I let this house grow dark around me
I count these minutes by the songs I am listening to
Because the music makes it almost bearable
Why is it always emotion?
Why is its name so often terror or rage?
I wait for my skill to fill up the page
But anarchy is staging a coup in my brain
Determined not to be caught
Go off like gun shots
And I can’t grasp a single thing
And we wonder why
Kids are committing suicide
In this world of “mental illness”
With not a moment of stillness
It’s the prison of this palace
Or absence of life
Give me a moment…
No. Not good enough
Why do I feel like there are men with guns?
At the top of observatories
I don’t trust anything
Because I see angels as killers
With blood on their wings
And demons as brothers
To these white wicked things
Am I twisted?
Or is the world we live in?
The answers tears a laugh from my throat
But no one is locking me up tonight
It’s the ones who have been defeated
Who really know how to fight
And the fact that we all seem sick
Just means that normal?
And it’s always been true
You’re not paranoid
If they are actually following you