This world is blasphemy, I complain
I'm probably to blame
The only difference is an understanding maybe how to change
For the better, what is better, that's a bitter pill to taste
But I'm not
Sometimes my positions rearranged
Periodical cicadas sing in unison tonight
Seventeen years underground they emerge to mate and die
Life is dark and strange sometimes, the silver linings bright
Periodical cicadas sing in unison tonight
It might sound sappy, I'm an advocate of fighting for the happy
As long as happy isn't harmful to another human soul
But that's rough like drawing lines with sticks on concrete not so visible enough
Drawing lines with sticks on concrete not so visible enough
Periodical cicadas sing in unison tonight
Seventeen years underground they emerge to mate and die
Life is dark and strange sometimes, the silver linings bright
Periodical cicadas sing in unison tonight