Public taste is a slap in the face
Ride the tiptoes of a wave just to caress the moon
The sky is too big; I feel displaced
Perhaps I'll crack a smile at the stroke of noon
Do you think my baggage weighs me down?
Or do I just possess an inflamed brain?
In my head there's an army of zealots that live around
They show no mercy, just bestow pain
Man, there's no escape
Drink up the night time light
Swaddle me in an insouciant cape
And give me the might to be alright
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