I I write the songs that make the whole world cringeDigging and digging to find a reason to liveA fish is a fish, a frog is a frogI’m just a human, just a bump on a logJust a blip on the mapJust a nip off the budI make the world sing with a bucket of blood I’m a wolf in sheep’s clothingAn ape from hellI ‘m the witch, I’m the devil that’ll cast you a spellDon’t dwell on realityBut open your eyesStop reading the trash with the untruths, the liesI hope you start to live before you die Come sit by my bedside as I fear for my lifePretend you’re my lover, my captain, my wifeTake my obsessions, possessions, my heartTake my love, take my life, quickly as we partThe kink in my neck is persistent, consistentYou might hear it if you take the time to sit and listenThe neighbors are monkeys My friends are sedentaryThey live across from an old cemeteryI’ve cried to the world’s smallest violinPlaying the world’s saddest song on a whisper, a whimI wonder if there was ever a moment whenI did not feel illA moment when I did not have to take a pill Injections, infections, introspectionsHow many minutes does it take to make a connection?Evolution, pollution, institutionCrucificationDon’t blame “my people” for your savior’s decimationRead a book, take a lookIt’s on PBS Education is truly finesse I’ll never wear a dress