"it's a godawful small affair,
to the girl with a mousy hair.
But her mommy is yelling no
and her daddy has told her to--"
Hold your head,
Separate your hands.
Flay your own fiber
then let go of your lands.
You’re crestfallen
when things go out of hands.
You then understand,
When you’re off with your strands.
[Oh, my god
what am i doing?
Am i going deaf?
I’m suffocating.
i’m fucking dying
In this void.
What do i even think of being here?
Why do i even think of ever being there?
It’s too embarrassing, it’s too humiliating,
i must fly away.]
Let go of your head,
regain your hands.
get under the cover,
fly back to your lands.
you changed your mind,
things went out of hands.
You’ll never understand,
There’s something with your head.
credits
from Demo,
released March 16, 2016
Sample: "Life on Mars?" by David Bowie