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Frustrated StaticOur most beloved Thrown high above the rest They're loved by all to see Never demons festering Every being of faith or celebrity Had to climb the ever growing giving tree! Back and forth we play this game With a million and one memories You had the full trust Of all who would pray There will come a reckoning Raise your voice to the world Don't let the whispering Of these lies to be heard Desperate to invent or evolve The mad's mistakes helped save us all By chance or bi-polar Which they thrived the most The scale of bad to great became nonexistent! Evolve from insanity! To the norm It's important we keep some boundaries, boundaries! Of how normal you are Of how normal you are to keep things satisfying I'm not a so long thrown high, the boundary! There will come a reckoning Raise your voice to the world Don't let the whispering Of these lies to be heard There will come a reckoning Raise your voice to the world |