Sanity in a world like this,
Brings nothing but absurdity.
When I was once drowning in rue,
Drinking my blues,
I could at least feel my tragedies.
The ever going groups of people,
Aren't they the most misguided?
At least when drunk off my sorrows,
I can see what life I've been provided.
Those who live in sorrow
See the most in truth;
Though living without woe
Is the lie we sold to youths.
Those who strive like death is far,
They live each day for another.
If the day they wait would slip away,
They'd live their lives like no other.
If I dare so bold as to speak my mind, we're living lives with drunken absurdity.
We're living cents with zero sense for the sole intent of breathing.
“Normality” scored only on our ability to delete our feelings;
“Succeeding” by defeating all passions and repeating dreams of society;
This “sanity” needed to stay in check, to not stand out, to live “correctly”—
This is the most senseless trap in this world of crap I was ever forced to agree with.