While you live in your world,
Come play in mine.
It's a terrifying place, it sure is.
Nothing makes sense;
Black is white,
Up is down,
Good is bad,
Nothing is what you're used to.
Everything is measured
In biblical proportions,
So nothing is even.
‘Round this tacky place of lack luster,
The fountains run cold
With Wild Cherry Pepsi,
Because that's the way it should be.
You can eat clouds here,
I dunno why, they don't taste like anything.
I think the trees talk,
But that could be the voices in my head.
You'll obtain some of those too,
If you're here long enough.
If you die here, your soul remains here,
Never to leave again.
Ya live, ya learn or not.
Oh well, back to my life of desperation.