I sit strapped in
Waiting for someone to fasten in my pa**ion
Next to me
Worried someone else might take the action
Toward compa**ion
f** this faction
Fact is my fashion causes wide distraction
The ma** hara**es, while I'm sitting accepting pa**es
Spark up the magic that I bask in
Watch my life leap from the rations in dances
Man are we laughing
Put the past in a casket, along with ashes on the sweatshirt that tends to be catching
The blackness that comes crashing down
Into ashen arms that are fascist
See my gla**es shatter when they don't understand this egotistical canvas