(Don't stop... stay in line... she’s slipping... catch her...) "The white noise... [Inhale] ...it's getting louder. I can't hear my own heart anymore." The picket fences look like teeth today, Smiling sharp in a perfect, plastic way. I’m wearing the mask, I’m playing the part, But the beige is leaking...into my heart. Am I a ghost in a Sunday dress? Just another number in this polished mess? The mirror is blan...the reflection is thin, I’m losing the battle... beneath my skin They want my edges rounded, they want my fire cold, They want the same story that’s always been told. Go to work, go to sleep...keep the lawn so green, But I’m screaming in the silence of the grey machine! I’m fading... I’m blurring ...I’m becoming them, A broken leaf on a symmetrical stem. The walls are closing in...with a polite "hello", And I’ve got nowhere lef...for my soul to go! "STOP CHASING ME!" "One... of... us." I can’t breathe ...in this perfection! LOST IN THE RADIANCE OF THE PLASTIC SUN! Where the dreams are dead and the war is won. I’m drowning in the safety, I’m dying in the light, The normal is the monster... that eats the night! I’ll claw at the walls, I’ll spit at the grace, I’ll tear this "normal" right off my face! I’d rather be broken...I’d rather be strange, Than a prisoner of the boredom that I can't change. Give me the chaos! Give me the dirt! I want to feel the sting! I want to feel the hurt! Anything is better than this hollow glow... JUST LET ME GO! "Did I... make it out? Or am I just...another copy?" (Run... run... she’s ours now...)
