This world and I seemed meant to be,
in the beginning...when I imagined things.
But now it seems so crippling,
and I'm receding day by day...
I could be by the Ocean,
shoulder-deep in a crashing tide.
I could be in a Dark Room
still getting high.
I could ride on the Lightning,
spewing forth from an angry sky.
All these thoughts from a young man
and I don't know why.
I don't know why...
and you don't know me at all.
Just to show you, I've prepared a few simple words
to express my point of view:
Bang...Dead, pulling out the thread
I said you're
Bang...Dead, confetti overhead
and then you're
Bang...Dead, another lesson learned inside
Bang...Dead, I hope without your wings, you fly
A stormy ride...your humanity I declined.
A stormy ride...I prefer my own kind.
I will be by the Ocean,
shoulder-deep in a crimson tide.
I will be in a Dark Room
still getting high.
I will ride on the Lightning,
spewing forth from an angry sky.
All the thoughts of this young man
and you can't see why.
I don't know why, and you don't know me at all
I don't know why, but you don't know me at all...