Sometimes maybe escaping wouldn't be so bad,
just rip off this shell and shed these clothes
it wouldn't be such a drag to fly around the morning sky.
I already feel like so many eyes see right through me,
I'm simply a walking shade with a bleeding heart,
dreaming that love might really be able to change the world.
Don't forget the middle button or to tighten the knot
when you dress me up with your preconceived notions
and leave me in the suit that fits your fancy,
but don't be surprised when my blood and guts explode
and your carpet is ruined in one felled swoop
on the day I miss the rapture I'm not really deeply hoping for.
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