27 January 2013
It's Bedlam out here, By what joints click as I draw near,
We're all sick.
You can't find it hard to see, As people walk past like buzzing bees,
Lunacy isn't unnatural.
Cry, cry, you can't make it stop, Only wait 'til one of them will drop,
We're all a little desperate.
Rattling their cages, breaking their bones, They curse and yell but "sticks and stones",
Everybody is mad here.
Shut up and slow down, Everyone's rights are thrown to the ground,
Don't get too angry.
Have peace but don't ignore me, No one is free in any country,
Equality doesn't exist.
I'm sorry that I imply, That we're all mental until we die,
But that's just life for you.
Bedlam. • Opuss № I