Deviate from the midline
The edges must be good for something
A shopping stroll of convenience
Will not let me run down the clock (exact)
So better differ to the left or right
Would that really make me feel alright?
Or is it better if I'd take a bat
Swing it wild and hammer it all down?
Oh bury me - I've go to bleed my high ideals
This foretaste of hell I can't face another day
Screaming out from the top of my lungs
I admit that the courage is gone
No sulking no wailing
Will ever make this go away
Make fast work of pressure to change
So I might find a way to arrange
With all the dumb shit that there is to say
About to sleepwalk into perdition
I'd like to clatter every mouth that says
"I didn't know, I did not expect"
As if it would be such intricate
To understand that ignorance means death
Oh bury me - I've go to bleed my high ideals
This foretaste of hell I can't face another day
Screaming out from the top of my lungs
I admit that the courage is gone
No sulking no wailing
Will ever make this go away
Oh bury me - I've go to bleed my high ideals
This foretaste of hell I can't face another day
Screaming out from the top of my lungs
I admit that the courage is gone
No sulking no wailing
Will ever make this go away
Oh bury me - I've go to bleed my high ideals
This foretaste of hell I can't face another day
Screaming out from the top of my lungs
I admit that the courage is gone
No sulking no wailing
Will ever make this go away