Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
CLAUSTROPHOBIC OF THE WORLD
I FEEL LIKE THE WORLD IS CLOSING IN ON ME.
I FEEL THIS WAY AND FIND OTHERS WHO FEEL SIMILARLY,
LIKE THIS FEELING IS WORLD RENOWNED.
THERE IS NO CURE FOR PEOPLE LIKE US.
WE SHALL DISSIPATE INTO A PUDDLE OF OUR OWN GRIEF AND FEAR.
NO ONE WILL HELP US UP,
OFFER US ANY HELPING HAND
FOR WE APPEAR TO BE DISEASED, BUT THEY ARE THE TAINTED ONES.
AH, BUT I, WHO SITS ON THE DOCK,
ALLOWING THE BREEZE TO KNOCK MY HAIR ABOUT,
COOL BREEZES BRINGING ALONG
THE SMELL OF SALMON AND GASOLINE AND ROT,
AND I WANT TO DIVE INTO NOTHINGNESS AND BE DONE WITH IT.
I REMAIN HERE FOR WHO WOULD MISS ME BUT MY OWN BODY.
I JUST FEEL LIKE BEING IN THIS WORLD IS TOO HARD FOR ME,
I FEEL LIKE
IT WILL SWALLOW ME UP,
THAT THERE WILL BE NO WAY OUT,
AND THAT I WILL REMAIN LOCKED AWAY FOREVER
FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S AMUSEMENT.
May 4, 2004
SUGE
I FEEL THIS WAY AND FIND OTHERS WHO FEEL SIMILARLY,
LIKE THIS FEELING IS WORLD RENOWNED.
THERE IS NO CURE FOR PEOPLE LIKE US.
WE SHALL DISSIPATE INTO A PUDDLE OF OUR OWN GRIEF AND FEAR.
NO ONE WILL HELP US UP,
OFFER US ANY HELPING HAND
FOR WE APPEAR TO BE DISEASED, BUT THEY ARE THE TAINTED ONES.
AH, BUT I, WHO SITS ON THE DOCK,
ALLOWING THE BREEZE TO KNOCK MY HAIR ABOUT,
COOL BREEZES BRINGING ALONG
THE SMELL OF SALMON AND GASOLINE AND ROT,
AND I WANT TO DIVE INTO NOTHINGNESS AND BE DONE WITH IT.
I REMAIN HERE FOR WHO WOULD MISS ME BUT MY OWN BODY.
I JUST FEEL LIKE BEING IN THIS WORLD IS TOO HARD FOR ME,
I FEEL LIKE
IT WILL SWALLOW ME UP,
THAT THERE WILL BE NO WAY OUT,
AND THAT I WILL REMAIN LOCKED AWAY FOREVER
FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S AMUSEMENT.
May 4, 2004
SUGE
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