Sitting in a corner with the lights off
I hear I’m crazy for having dreams that go astray
“You should never go beyond the house someday”
What am I to do anyway?
They find me, and two time me
Say that I’m the best and they all agree
So why do you hate for whom the heart’s drum used to beat?
Aren’t we fucking unique?
I was standing against the wall
Watching homeless beggars cry for cash
And handing them quarters I hoped would last
Still so small, but only then did I feel good at all.
Fake people come to say their philosophies along the way
And say that I pray that my life molds to the worlds façade
Why should I trust these rotted fools?
As my innocence pools in their deceitful eyes pools morphing into something strange.
For the Heretic is myself
And the Hideous is in all of us, or so I thought
Beautiful in strange erotic ways
My only goal as your sage is to jumpstart your imagination to be the soothing rain
The rain that never goes away
Washes and cascades over scars that were formed by the phonies with their razorblades
Their words part of the false new age
May their visions never complete themselves or we’ll all be enslaved
The hopeless lechers paw,
So will you stand against the wall
And try to save them all
Trying desperately to hear their bitter crowing caw
You are the future you create
Part of a sole new age
Even saviors can make minimum wage
So forget the past and be a hero today.
We are what our hearts manifest
And that organ can be broken even with a bulletproof vest
Even if all the rest never prove damage done by their vocal cords no less
You, I, we, shall overcome, and try our best.
To break this odd world we live in with all the rest