there was a sharp yet soothing feeling lingering in the stale air
it was nowhere to be seen or touched, but we could tell it was there
the feeling was contagious, we could feel it traveling though our veins
and the sudden shock it created shot straight up into our brains
we were stuck in a fixation of a heavy mixture of melancholy and joy
i felt like the world was propped out in front of us for us to enjoy
and we felt so alive within our own minds crowded with useless thoughts
i cut my head right open and threw my brain on the ground to rot
i ran around shouting, "frances farmer will have her revenge on seattle"
and i prayed that curt cobain would save me from this inevitable battle
we got wooden baseball bats and chased joseph stalin through russia
i think we hit his head so many times he now suffers from amnesia
fuck you, i don't want to return to our ordinary boring society
the world we are stuck in now is so much better
i don't feel any pain here, everything is still and there is no anxiety
the world we hold onto so tightly is so much better
i think you should step off the stage, houdini is due up next
and his act beats yours by a mile, i think you need more preparation
gather around in a circle, we are motivated by the words of malcolm x
bush and bin laden can be next door neighbors in this dream nation
we are at one with the world, and it stays still for us to feel
it bares all of its secrets because it simply has nothing to conceal
i think we'll wake up the next day to live our our lives expectedly
but i know that whenever we think those thoughts, we'll be free
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