| I can no longer watch TV
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| Cause that shit really melts my brain
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| I think I’m what they call sensitive
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| And easily thrown off my game
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| All that bloodshed and pettiness
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| Just makes the world seem so insane
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| And I just feel drained
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| When I go to do my food shopping
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| And all I can see is the packaging
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| One big mountain of garbage
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| About to be happening
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| And I walk past my own self-loathing
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| Like I walk past animals in the zoo
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| Trying not to really see them
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| And the prison they didn’t choose
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| If I should ever quit your spotlight
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| I hope you won’t think me wrong
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| Says the poet to the moonlight
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| Says the singer to the song
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| It’s enough just to stay upright
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| Upright in every single way
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| Pour your love into your children
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| Until there’s nothing left to say
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| Pour your love into your children
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| Until there’s nothing left to say |