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