Here we are
Singing the same old song
Everyday
Writing the same damn way
How do they
Know what we feel, what we need
What we think, what we
Say?
How do they?
If I
Stand on the edge of this world
Screaming full, screaming loud
Would you cry for me?
Strive to bring me back?
For this
Monotony.
Here we are
Singing the same old song
Everyday
Writing the same damn way
How do they know?
How can the tell what I want?
What I need?
What’s good for me?
If we
Move on from this place
Into air and space
Will you lay down your mainstreamity
And free in underground insanity.
Loving new, clean and fresh
Discovery.
